Page 53 of Salvatore

Chapter Fourteen

Salvatore

I pull Aedry against me, her bare skin hot and moist with sweat. “Are you scared?” I ask.

“No,” she says. Her pretty eyes skim along my face as I stroke her jaw.

“You’re shaking pretty damn hard.”

“I think it might be due to the multiple orgasms you gave me.” She smiles. “But, what do I know, I’m new to this whole being pleasured by a hot guy thing.”

I laugh when she does, relieved she’s all right. I try not to be rough with her when we mess around. She gets me so worked up, it’s hard not to be more aggressive. Sometimes I think I’ve gone too far. More than once, I’ve wrenched away from her, worried I’m hurting her. Each time, she’s pulled me back, begging me not to stop.

Except, I do. The thought of causing Aedry pain rips me apart. She’s not like other women I know. Hell, she’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. She’s good, too good, especially for a man like me.

“I’m glad you spent the night,” I whisper against her neck between flicks of my tongue.

“Me . . . too,” she says, her head lolling to the side. She shudders when I start to bite, groaning slightly. “Sal . . . I have to go, love.”

“Not yet,” I say, rolling on top of her.

“Love.” That’s what she’s been calling me lately. The first time she said it was like a punch I hadn’t been ready for. I wasn’t sure what she meant by it or if she expected me to say something back.

My reaction caused her to laugh, despite the blush that filled her cheeks. “What’s wrong, big guy? Do I scare you?” she teased, batting her thick lashes at me.

It wasn’t easy to hear something like that. The physical connection between me and Aedry alone is a big change. I usually walk away from women after one or two nights. Here we are, weeks later and the thought of leaving her hasn’t crossed my mind.

The bat-shit crazy thing is, for all we’ve done in bed and around her apartment, we still haven’t had sex, the kind that involves me pumping inside her and filling her. Do I want to? Hell, yeah, and wake up hard because of it. Every waking thought revolves around Aedry and how bad I need her.

Call me a pussy, but I’m the one holding us back. The last few times especially, she’s begged me for it. Every time I’ve turned her down, rubbing one off while I go down on her to sate us. I don’t want to ruin her by taking what remains of her innocence. Dragging her into my world is bad enough. So are the lies I keep feeding her.

My brothers learned from a young age when to keep quiet and to not ask questions. But Aedry asks all the time. Maybe it’s because I’m such a good liar that she believes each one, or maybe it’s because she’s a good person, and believes in the good left inside me.

It’s the latter that stabs at my conscience. I don’t want to keep lying to her. And I want out, so I don’t have to. I’m stashing money away like a greedy bitch and I almost have enough to start a new life. But, for that to happen, I have to survive this nightmare I’m stuck in. The other night, Vin gave one of his men the go ahead to kill Soto, just because he thought Soto was trying to leave him. There’s was no proof, just Vin’s paranoia getting to him. But it was enough to leave Soto dead.

“What are you thinking?” Aedry asks.

I’m lying on top of her, shoving away everything Vin’s putting his family through, so I can focus on her and everything she’s doing to me as a man. “That you should spend the night here more often,” I tell her, my lips attacking her nipple and my fingers slipping between her thighs.

That much I mean. This is her first time staying over. Even though my brothers know we’re together, she doesn’t think it’s appropriate we “shove our intimacy in their faces.” Those are her words, not mine.

“Sal,” she moans when my sucks grow stronger and my fingers circle deeper.

Last night, she finally stayed. All this shit with Vin and Donnie, too, had kept me away from her all week. Her texts to me became fewer and fewer over the days. I think she was worried I was running around on her, especially after hearing how sad she sounded those few times I managed to call her. It was a stupid thought if she was thinking it. By now, she should know I’m hers and that she has me right where she wants me.

My fingers slide in and out, her dark lashes fluttering and her back arching as she peaks. She seems to fight her release. But I don’t let her, working her until her head wrenches to the side and she screams through her teeth. She’s trying to be quiet, but it turns me on when she’s loud.

“You going to scream for me, baby?” I ask, clamping my teeth on her soft flesh.

She breaks away from me with force I don’t expect, shoving her face in my lap. I bite back a growl, the sound vibrating against my throat. But when I shove up on my arms to watch I see something that sends jolts of pleasure from my lower back, straight into my groin.

Aedry grips me with her tight lips and one hand while her free hand disappears between her legs. Damn. She’s never done that, but it’s hot and I want a better view. I shove up into a sitting position and grab her ankles, adjusting her kneeling position, and spreading her open so I can watch and tell her what to do.

“Faster,” I gasp. “That’s it.” It’s not like she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but me coaching her fires that scorching heat between us. The movements of her fingers on her and her mouth on me, gets us both ready. She finishes me off, but her hand falls away from her body too soon and she loses her orgasm.

I haul her hips toward my face, pulling her down on top of me. No way in hell is she not getting off with me lying next to her. I want her screaming, and that’s exactly what happens no matter how hard she clasps her mouth and tries to be quiet.

My hands grip her tightly, holding her in place as my tongue swirls and my lips suck. Her entire body jolts with the force of her release. I keep going, gradually slowing until she collapses on her side next to me. I leave her there, my palm stroking her ass and thighs, expecting her to adjust her position so that she’s lying beside me.

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