Page 84 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

His touch both was firm and reverent as he traced the soft curve of her waist with his fingertips, sending shivers up her spine, before sliding his hands down to cup her hips. He paused for a moment, his eyes darkening as he drank in the sight of her, exposed and vulnerable, straddling him.

“Angelo,” Allison whispered, her voice trembling with need.

He met her gaze, his eyes smoldering. “I want to memorize every inch of you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Without breaking eye contact, Angelo leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss just below her collarbone. The warmth of his breath against her skin made her arch into him, desperate for more. His lips traveled down her chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he explored her with a sensual intensity that made her ache for him.

Allison’s hands, restless and eager, traced the lines of his strong shoulders before slipping down to his broad chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath her fingers. She marveled at the contrast between the softness of his skin and the hard planes of his body. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling his carved abs.

The man might as well be a Greek statue.

Her fingers trailed lower, greedily teasing the waistband of his slacks, but Angelo caught her wrist with a gentle, yet firm grip.

“Not yet,” he murmured against her skin, his voice a deep rumble that sent a thrill through her. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

The promise in his words made her tremble, her breath coming faster as anticipation built within her. Angelo’s hands returned to her body, tracing slow circles along her thighs, inching higher with each pass. Every tiny movement towards her core made her hold her breath in anticipation, in pure need for this man.

When his fingers finally brushed against the drenched fabric of her panties, Allison gasped, her hips instinctively rolling toward him.

Angelo chuckled, a low, seductive sound that reverberated through her. “So eager,” he teased, his voice thick with desire.

Allison could only whimper in response, her body aching for his touch. She was on the verge of begging when Angelo finally slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, finding her positively dripping wet and ready for him.

He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her stomach. “This is all for me,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and satisfaction.

Allison’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he began to explore her with slow, deliberate strokes. His fingers teased her, caressing her folds and the junction between her thighs and where she needed him most.

“Oh,” she breathed as his thumb touched her swollen clit lightly. “Fuck.”

Angelo’s mouth was suddenly back on her, lips traveling from her neck to her collarbone and back again as his thumb moved in little circles that made something tighten inside her.

Allison’s breath hitched, her body arching into him as he played her like a finely tuned instrument, each touch bringing her closer to the edge.

His other hand moved off her waist, pulling one cup of her bra down until he could access her aching nipple. He groaned as hislips wrapped around the hard nub, sucking it like a lollipop and Allison felt herself going insane.

“Angelo, please,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. The tension inside her was winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce intensity. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice a soothing balm against the storm raging inside her. In contrast with his words, Angelo paused his ministrations and with a swift, practiced movement, he shifted them both, laying Allison back on the bed while he hovered above her.

His lips found hers again, claiming her in a passionate kiss that was both tender and possessive, as if he was staking his claim on her very soul.

The rest of their clothes disappeared in a frenzy of movement, and for a moment, Allison felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. She wasn’t what she imagined a man like Angelo would desire. Her arms were softer than she liked, her stomach not as flat as she’d wished, and her thighs had a fullness that she often felt too aware of. The anxiety-induced thoughts crept in, whispering comparisons and insecurities, making her feel like the marshmallow ghost fromGhostbusters—awkward and out of place in this moment.

Her brief moment of self-loathing vanished instantly as Angelo’s voice broke through. “Wow. You are fucking beautiful.”

His eyes roamed over her naked body with a hunger and reverence that made her heart race. For the first time in what felt like forever, Allison felt a surge of something other than anxiety. She felt powerful, desirable, and completely seen in a way that transcended her insecurities. Angelo’s gaze made her feel like she was everything he wanted, and in that moment, her self-doubt was replaced by a newfound confidence that burned bright and fierce.

“Spread your legs for me. I want to see you,” he commanded, his voice rough. Allison shivered but obeyed, parting her thighs as directed. “That’s it. So good.”

The praise struck a deep, unexplored chord within her, eliciting a moan from her lips. It was the first time a partner had spoken to her like that, and now, as Angelo leaned closer with that intense, hungry look in his eyes, she found herself yearning for him to say it again.

He moved down her body slowly, fingers and lips teasing Allison until she was panting, hands fisting the sheets to keep herself from pulling his hair out.

Once he reached the apex of her thighs, Angelo took a deep inhale and his eyes closed. Allison blushed as she realized he was smelling her arousal, like something out of a werewolf romance book. His tongue lightly stroked her dripping center, making them both moan at the same time. “Fuck, you taste so sweet. Mysweetgirl.”

Allison moaned in response to the nickname, and his ministrations. He kept his licks light, torturing her as his tongue moved from her entrance to her clit and back again. She whimpered, back arching off the bed as his arms wrapped around her thighs and his dominating words sank in. None of her previous lovers had been particularly talkative or possessive, especially in bed, and she suddenly realized why she hadn’t really had good past experiences. This was different, raw, and intense.

It was real.

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