Page 12 of Big Filthy Mobster

“What are you suggesting?” I ask, not wanting to get too excited.

“I’m suggesting that I’m willing to take all of the dangerous things you might have in your past,” she declares simply. “I don’t want to lose you. And I’m more than happy to do something that might be a little difficult if it means that I get to have you.”

“Are you saying you want to run away with me?” I ask.

“Maybe,” she shrugs. “If that’s what you want to do. But if you wanted to stay here, that’s fine too. We can figure it out together. That’s what couples do, right?”

“That’s exactly what couples do,” I confirm, no longer able to keep myself from grinning. “So you want to be my girl?”

“Nothing would make me happier,” Holly declares.

I’m so overwhelmed by my feelings, by the affection that I have for her, that I use my free hand to cup her face and pull her into a kiss. She makes a surprised noise into my mouth before responding with fervor. I yank her closer, deepening the kiss and trying to put all of the things I still haven’t shared into this.

Chapter Eight

Holly

I don’t know what it is about this kiss that feels different from the others we’ve shared, but there’s something so much more genuine and open about it. Without any secrets between us, it’s like the two of us can conquer the world together. The kiss we’re sharing is the start to the rest of our lives.

Patrick runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I can’t help but open up to him to let him explore. Our hands are still clasped together between us, and I use my free hand to grab onto his bicep to anchor myself. When my fingers dig into the muscle, he growls and tries to get even closer.

As we make out, I attempt to crawl into his lap. I need more from him, and I don’t even know exactly what it is. Patrick chuckles against my lips and pulls back to look at me, his pupils so blown that they eat the green of his iris.

“How do you feel about moving this to your bedroom?”

“Yes,” I say immediately, moving to get to my feet. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

This makes him laugh, and he lets go of me, standing before I’m completely upright. He scoops me up into his arms. I gasp at the sudden lack of solid ground beneath me, clinging to him even though I can tell he’s strong enough not to drop me.

“Now, if you’ll let me know where to go,” he murmurs in my ear.

“There are two doors over there,” I say, tilting my head back to indicate the direction. “The one on the right is my bedroom.”

“Perfect,” he says as he steps around my couch and heads toward my bedroom.

With one hand, he opens the door and steps through. Once inside, he flips the light switch on with his elbow, bathing the room in a golden glow. He crosses the room in a few steps before gently placing me on the mattress. Then, he takes a step back and sweeps his gaze over my body sprawled out against the sheets.

“What?” I ask, a little self-conscious under his gaze.

“Nothing,” he says as he continues staring at me. “You’re so gorgeous. I can’t believe I get to have you.”

“I feel the same way,” I admit, my chest heaving as the weight of his eyes makes me hot all over. “Will you kiss me again?”

“Oh of course,” he replies, leaning over me and pressing his lips against mine. Then, he pulls away and says, “What do you say we get out of our clothes?”

“Please,” I reply, sitting up and reaching for the hem of my shirt.

Patrick grabs my wrists before I can get very far and takes over, carefully bringing the garment over my head. He inhales sharply when he sees my bare breasts, and I don’t have any time to feel embarrassed before he’s hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my pajama pants. Quickly, he yanks them from my body, taking my panties along with them.

“Wow,” he breathes when I’m completely naked in front of him. “Even more beautiful without your clothes on.”

“You next,” I say, feeling overexposed lying here without clothes on when he’s still fully dressed.

He pulls his shirt off, but doesn’t remove anything else. Instead, he crawls onto the bed between my legs and starts kissing my inner thighs. I gasp, all coherent thought leaving my head at the sensation of his lips against my sensitive skin.

Slowly, he kisses his way closer to my center. By the time he gets close enough that I can feel his hot breath against my most sensitive parts, my legs are shaking. His fingertips dance across my hip bones, making everything way more intense. The sensations are indescribable, and after a second, they become divine.

Patrick slowly licks a stripe through my folds, his tongue lingering over my clit for a moment. Instinctually, my legs clamp around his head, and my fingers dig into the soft duvet cover. The touch was so fleeting that it was more teasing than anything else. I nearly open my mouth to ask him to do it again, but I don’t have to.

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