Page 58 of Taboo Flames

“I missed you in my bed last night,” he says, then kisses me again, his tongue urging my lips open so it can slip into my mouth.

I dig my fingers into his hair, feeling the silky strands sliding against my fingers.

He grabs me by the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the kitchen counter, never breaking the kiss. I moan into his mouthas he presses tightly against me, and I feel his hardness against my pulsing center.

“Seriously?” My sister’s voice breaks us apart.

I push away from Gio and turn to look at Carmela, trying to catch my breath and clear my hazy, desire-filled vision.

“Carmie,” I say, “you can’t say anything about this.”

“Anything about what?” she asks slyly. “Just do us single folks a favor and not kiss in every room.”

“Of course. Thank you for not saying anything.” I let out a sigh of relief.

“I didn’t see anything.” She grabs a bottle of milk from the fridge, waves her hand at us, and says, “Carry on, bye,” as she leaves.

I bury my face in my hand. “Oh my God. This is so embarrassing.”

Gio frowns. “Why is it embarrassing? Are you ashamed of me?”

Why is his first thought that I’m ashamed of him? It’s a reaction I’ll never have expected from him, and I don’t know if I’m overthinking it now, but I have a feeling the answer is connected to his past.

“No, but I don’t want my sister seeing me with my brother’s best friend’s tongue shoved down my throat,” I explain.

His eyes darken. “I want more than my tongue shoved down your throat.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Do you ever not think of sex?”

“Princess, I’ll be hard-pressed to think about anything other than putting my face between your legs when you’re around.”

“And what would you do with your face between my legs?” I ask coyly, feeling the inside of my legs get wet.

“I’ll eat your pussy until you scream,” he drawls.

I swallow hard at the thought of cumming with his mouth.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he says.

I want to follow him back to his place because I know exactly what’s waiting for me there—endless pleasure and orgasms. But there’s something more pressing I have to do.

Right now, digging into him is my priority. I only know the most basic things about him, and I have to know more. If there’s ever another nightmare, I want to be able to know how I can help him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” I bite my lower lip. “Duty calls.”

“What duties?” he asks sharply.

“I have to be at the studio.” I wince at the lie.

He looks at me thoughtfully. “But you don’t go to the studio on Sundays.”

“I have a special class today. Some of the parents complained about how their kids felt a little lost because this was their first foray into the dance world. So I organized a special catch-up class.”

“Hmmm,” he mutters as he leans forward and kisses me. “I’ll miss you today.”

He’s being far more sentimental than usual, and I can’t say I don’t like it.

“I’ll miss you too.”

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