Page 64 of Love Him Like Water

“This kind of thing happens,” I said, shrugging. “Even if most people know who I am, there would be others who wouldn’t.”

“It will never happen again,” Renzo said, his words a vow.

“I believe you,” I said, voice soft.

“This is worse,” he told me, his hand raising, the knuckles raw, and gently teasing his fingers over my cheek.

“It will probably be even worse in the morning,” I said.

I’d seen my brothers after many fights in the past. It always looked worse the day after, or even several days after.

To that, Renzo’s lips curved up.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “But you could lie to me about it,” he suggested as his fingers drifted down to my neck, resting for a moment, before sliding backward, teasing over my scalp the way he knew I liked.

“I don’t want to lie to you,” I said, voice soft as his touch started to stoke the flare of desire.

“Good,” he said, his gaze going heated as my breathing got more shallow and uneven. “Keep making noises like that, mouse, and I’m gonna forget that you’re hurt,” he said, his rough voice making a shiver course through me.

“I’m not that hurt,” I said, swaying toward him.

That rumbling sound I loved so much moved through Renzo as his arm wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him, his head ducking, his lips on my neck.

Desire soared through my system, making me sensitive and aching as Renzo’s hands moved over me. Sliding down my back, over my ass, up my sides as his lips moved across my throat, then up the other side of my neck.

He reached for my pants, unfastening my jeans, then dragging them and my panties down, waiting for me to step out of them.

Then he was suddenly pressing me back against the sink cabinet, and dropping to his knees in front of me.

Spreading my thighs, his tongue started to move up my cleft, teasing my clit with soft precision, making my hips rock against him as he worked me.

My soft moans filled the bathroom as he drove me closer and closer to that edge.

But before the pleasure could wash over me, he was moving away, reaching for me, and turning me to face the mirror.

“Have you been taking your pills, mouse?” he asked, voice a velvety caress as he unfastened his pants, freed his cock, then slid it between my thighs, rocking against me.

“Y… yes,” I whimpered.

“Good girl,” he murmured, turning my belly liquid as his cock slid back, then surged inside of me. “Fuck,” he groaned when he was buried deep. “Look how much you like my cock,” he murmured, looking at my face in the mirror.

My head was tipped back, my lips parted, and my eyes heavy-lidded.

His hand gripped my hips then, holding on as he started to fuck me.

Hard and fast as his free hand slipped between my thighs, working my clit as he thrust.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, thrusting harder, getting close. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked, lips pressing into my neck from behind. My moan was the only answer I could offer him.

“That’s it, baby,” he hissed. “Squeeze my cock,” he said as the orgasm started, a tensing, then a flutter as the pleasure coursed through me. “Fuck,” he groaned, fucking me harder. “I’m going to come inside your sweet fucking pussy,” he told me, the words making my walls flutter once again, undoing him, making his face press into my hair as he thrust into me, then planted deep, coming with a soft curse.

He stayed deep inside of me for a long time after, his face still pressed into my hair, breathing me in as we both waited for our bodies to come back down.

His head lifted, his gaze finding mine in the mirror.

There was something deep and unreadable in his eyes that had my heart squeezing.

But before I could try to understand it, his head ducked, then watched what he was doing as he slowly slid out of me, letting out a rumble at… something.

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