Page 22 of The Don

“You.”

How can I say no to that?

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Shae

It’s the hormones again. Even before I was pregnant, it was the hormones with Salvatore.

We undress quickly like giddy teenagers about to have sex for the first time. When we’re finally almost naked together, I let my gaze run hungrily over his body. I reach for his face and bracket his head again. My fingers brush the sides of his glasses.

“Can I?”

He nods, his hands finding my waist.

I lift his glasses from his angular nose, carefully folding them. I have to twist away to place them on the bedside table, but his grip on me doesn’t loosen. He doesn’t let me get away. When I turn back, he pulls me close. I start squirming again, this time against the soft column of his dick between us. He groans helplessly, and I smile.

“Wait,” I breathe.

“Oh, now you understand patience?”

I don’t answer him. I’m too busy smoothing my fingers over his mostly salt salt-and-pepper beard and the flat line of his mouth.

He licks the pads of my fingers as they pass.

I move down his neck, over his Adam’s apple, and then his broad chest through the dusting of graying hair. His hands twitch, and he backs away, trying to hide himself from me.

When I look up at his face, he frowns. “You’re so young and beautiful. I don’t deserve—”

I roll my eyes and reach down between us.

“Fuck. Shae,” he gasps in shock.

Once I wrap my hand around his shaft, I realize that he’s not fully hard yet, and I prefer that, to be honest. I haven’t had time to focus on his arousal yet, depriving both of us. I begin to stroke the length of his shaft, squeezing him from root to tip.

His head falls back on a groan.

I lick his Adam’s apple and squeeze the head of his dick. “Do you want me?”

“Need you,” he corrects quickly.

“I hoped you’d say that.” I twist my wrist, and he cries out.

His hands move from the small of my back, roaming all over my ass. His fingers dip between my legs again, and I let him touch me, but only for a few seconds before I wiggle my ass dislodging his fingers. I can’t let him push inside me before I make him hard or I’ll lose all coherent thought. Again.

He grunts and glares down at me.

I tighten my hand around his shaft. “Get on the bed.”

I realize that he’s dangerous, even if only in the abstract. He’s certainly powerful, and I can feel all that danger in his glare. So, I also feel when he decides to give some of that power to me. Steve never did that.

He squeezes my ass cheeks one more time and nods before letting me go.

Speaking of giddy. I step aside while he crawls on the bed. “On your back,” I tell him, vibrating with anticipation.

“Si, bella.”

I crawl onto the bed next to him, sitting back on my heels. There is so much to see. His hardening dick lifting toward the ceiling. The salt and pepper hair on his head, face, chest, and at the base of his dick. I want to touch him everywhere. I feel spoiled for choice and desire in a way I never have before. I finally know how Salvatore has felt, I think, because I want to go slow and tease him. Unfortunately, I don’t have even a fraction of his self-control.

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