Page 60 of This Thing of Ours

She didn’t expect him to laugh. Her eyes narrowed. “What’s so funny?”

“Streghetta, there’s no fucking way in hell I won’t enjoy it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because it’s you?”

“What?”

His hand reached under her t-shirt, trailing up the bare skin of her side, stopping just under her breast. She’d never been more aware of not wearing a bra.

“I said,” his face dipped closer to hers. “Because it’s you?”

Her breathing picked up pace, along with her heartbeat that she was sure he could feel under his palm. “What do you mean?”

“Been wanting a long time to make you mine. Never in a million years did I think it would happen.”

His hand moved farther up, cupping her breast. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly when his thumb skimmed over her nipple.

“Now that my dream’s about to become a reality, like I said, there’s no fucking way I won’t enjoy it.” His other hand landed on the small of her back under her shirt, his fingers playing with the waistband of her leggings.

“Trust me, streghetta, having you naked and beneath me will be fucking heaven.”

“Just beneath you? There’s other ways of doing it.” She felt her cheeks heat as soon as the words left her mouth.

He raised a brow. “And how do you know that?”

“I’m not completely ignorant. I’ve got older cousins and the internet.”

His other brow shot up to meet the first. “Porn?”

If possible, her cheeks flamed hotter. “A lady never tells.”

He chuckled as his hand dipped under the waistband of her leggings and discovered the bare flesh of her ass. A noise, part groan and part growl escaped his lips. “You’re trying to fucking kill me. No underwear?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “I didn’t want panty lines.”

He removed both hands from under her shirt and took hold of its hem. “Arms up.”

She glanced around the living room. “Here? Now?”

He seemed to ponder that a moment. “You’re right. Your first time should be in a bed. Our second time can be on the kitchen counter.”

He grabbed her under the arms, and she squeaked, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her.

His long strides made haste up the stairs, and soon she was falling to the bed to land on her back, Marco following her down.

He kissed her then. She hated to sound like a cliché and say it was toe-curling, but God, it really was. It always surprised her how much softer his lips felt than they looked and then was no exception. His tongue swiped at her lips, parting them. Not asking for permission but demanding it.

For as long as the kiss seemed to last, it still ended too soon. Marco sat up, and she protested with a moan. His eyes heated and she got her wish when he dived back in, giving her his mouth again.

This time Gabby didn’t stop him when his hands found the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head. She even helped, lifting her back and raising her arms.

His eyes fell to her chest, nostrils flaring. “Fuck.” He tossed her shirt to the side then dipped his head, capturing a nipple with his teeth.

Gabby arched her back, a moan slipping past her lips as he bit down on her nipple just hard enough to feel good. Then he rolled it between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Tingles shot down to her core, and she knew if she didn’t get relief soon, she’d combust.

“Marco.” It was a plea as she raised her hips as best she could with his weight on her and pressed herself into his abdomen.

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