Page 53 of Light Me Up

Caro gazed at him. Smiling like a fool. So head over heels in love with this guy, it wasn’t even funny.

His eyes took on that focused, faraway look they got when he was reading her mind. “I love it when you do that,”he said softly.

“Do what? I’m just sitting here, chilling out. Feeling happy. Thinking about how awesome you are. How crazy Iam about you.”

“Great,” he said. “Keep it coming.”

“Couldn’t stop if I tried.” Caro lifted his scabbed, scraped hand, examining his torn up knuckles. She bent down, careful to kiss unhurt skin.

Her robe was gaping open. She glanced down, wiggling strategically. Grabbed a small bunch of red grapes, and slowly ate them. Took a sip of her wine. Licking her lips. Making them gleam.

His cock had thickened and flushed with readiness. She gave him a dazzling smile and looked her fill. It got thicker. “Mmm. That looks delicious, too,” she murmured.

“Uh…thanks.”

He looked so hopeful, she had to mess with him a little, just for the hell of it. Caro reached over to the rolling tray and snagged a zucchini flower stuffed with melted cheese and then batter fried. She savored it,moaning softly.

“Oh, yum,” she moaned. “So good.”

He stared at her lips as she carefully set down the wine glass on thebedside table.

“And now that I’m fortified…I’m going to give you a long, juicy, lazy blowjob,” she told him.

His expressions brightened. “Now you’re talking. Where do you want me?”

She stretched against the pillows, arching to flaunt her breasts. “After all the mortal combat, I think you should just relax exactly as you are.” She rolled up onto her hands and knees and swayed over him, letting her hair drift teasingly over his thighs, and then over his thick, gorgeous cock as she pressed hot kisses to his belly. She reached down, cupping his balls. Gripping him.

He caught his breath, biting his lip. “Oh,man. Not fair.”

“Deal with it.”

“Hey—whoa. The news just came on. I can’t right now,” he said. “But please. Hold that thought. Don’t let it go anywhere.”

Noah’s attention had been caught by the newscast. The Palazzo Bellocchio’s façade filled the screen, still luridly lit up by police flashers and crime-scene floodlights. The image dwindled into a small box, and a buxom redhead with collagen-plumped lips took over, speaking in Italian. The only words Caro caught were “Palazzo Bellocchio” and“terroristi.”

Noah listened intently to the redhead. Finally Caro nudged him with her bare foot. “Translate,” she urged. “Please.”

“They’re saying an anonymous source revealed that Lella was brainwashed and radicalized while imprisoned in Africa,” he said. “Which is total bullshit.”

“And you know thatfor sure? How?”

“I just do,” he said. “The guy was modded up the wazoo. Massive brain stims and implants. And someone was pumping a bad freq into him at the end. But no one will ever know, because there’s nothing left to autopsy. Too bad they can’t question Konig. This whole thing must have been his idea. They shouldn’t beblaming Lella.”

“You have to tell Stefano all that.” Caro jerked up suddenly in the bed. “Hey! There’s Stefano now! What’s he saying?”

Stefano had joined the redhead on the screen. He looked tired, even with makeup that didn’t quite conceal the facial cuts and bruises. The news anchor simpered, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

“He looks good on TV.” Caro slanted Noah a meaningful glance.

“Yeah, he’s a real charmer,” Noah said sourly.

The redhead was talking, so Caro prodded him again.“Translation?”

“She’s asking how it feels to be a hero and find himself suddenly famous. From the looks of her, she’s probably massaging his dick under the table while she does it.”

“Just translate, please. Cut the snarky commentary.”

“Stefano’s saying now that he doesn’t feel like a hero,” Noah said. “That he just did what anyone else would have done.”

---