Page 51 of Wild Card

My breath catches for just a second. Men have told me I’m beautiful before, but I’ve always fallen short in their estimation in other ways, or my passion makes them uncomfortable. I’m not demure. I’ve never felt like the perfect woman for anyone.

But in this moment, I can almost believe I’d be perfect to Gio.

I move closer to him. He drags his gaze over my breasts and licks his lips. He’s waiting for me to make the first move. Waiting for me to give him permission to touch me.

I take one of his heavy, strong hands in mine, and press it against my breasts.

Yes. I want this.

He lets out a feral noise and kisses me, sliding his hands over my breasts and around my back.

He murmurs endearments between kisses, stroking his hands up my shoulders and into my hair. Those masterful hands play with my unruly hair as his equally talented tongue explores my mouth. I moan and arch against him, offering myself up. I want this man to experience everything I have to give, and I want the same from him. I’ve always been reticent to let men see me for who I am out of fear of rejection until now. It’s strange—this situation is rife with fear, but with Gio, I’m not ashamed to be myself. Not ashamed to want to give and receive pleasure.

“I love your hair,” he groans, tangling his fingers in my curls. He moves it aside, kissing my neck just under my ear. His hot, wet mouth feels incredible on my skin. I tilt my head to give him better access, and he slowly traces a path down my neck, sending bolts of pure desire through me. My hands roam his firm chest, and I desperately want to touch his bare skin.

He dips his tongue into the hollow of my throat. I whimper, climbing over him so I’m straddling his lap, my dress hiked up over my thighs. At this angle, I can easily tug his nice dress shirt out from his slacks and sigh with relief when my fingertips graze his warm skin, glad to have that barrier out of the way.

“Così bella amore,” he whispers, raking his eyes over me. Even with clothes on I feel naked under his intense gaze, vulnerable, yet still safe and wanted. Wrapping his hands around my hips, he pulls me so my center is directly against his cock. “Do you know how badly I want you, Beauty? Can you feel how hard you make me?”

Even through his pants, his erection is impressive. He rocks his hips and I close my eyes, my hands gliding around his strong back. I move along with him, surprised at the pleasure already building deep inside me. I let my head fall back, allowing myself to be in the moment, knowing Gio will take care of me. He guides my hips, grinding against me.

“Cristo you’re so perfect,” he growls. “I want to make you come all night long, Catriona. Give you all the pleasure you deserve.”

He thrusts his hips up as those words leave his mouth, and I come against him, gasping his name.

“Yes, just like that,” he rasps, feeling my body trembling. He kisses my throat and I lean into him, wanting more.

“Can I take you to my bedroom?” he huffs.

I tongue the outer shell of his ear and press my lips to it.

“Yes.”

He picks me up and carries me to his bed, setting me on the edge. He stands in front of me and stares with that same voracious look, like a starving man looks at a buffet, unsure of where to begin.

I reach out and pull his tie, tugging until he’s on the bed next to me. I have it undone in seconds, my fingers working the buttons of his shirt next. I push the shirt from his body and take a minute to admire his chiseled physique. He has two swallows tattooed on his pecs, and an intricate chest piece of swirling lines and roses connects them, all in black ink. I push him back on the bed, my knees on either side of his hips again. I lean down and press my lips to his broad chest, licking my way from one swallow to the next. I rake my teeth over his nipples, and he grunts my name, his hands in my hair.

I slide down his body, kissing, licking, sucking every inch of him I can. My hands fumble with his belt buckle. He’s so hard, and his desire for me is an incredible turn on. I get his zipper down, and slide my hand into his pants, caressing his impressive length through his boxers.

He curses in Italian, and jerks under my hand. I feel powerful, able to make this massive man come undone with just a touch. I pull the rest of his clothes off.

“Catriona…” His voice is a warning.

I sense the danger there. He’s trying to keep control, to let me drive things here as long as he’s able.

Let’s see what it takes to push him over the edge.

I stroke his cock gently, massaging the pre-cum from the tip down his length. I run my nails down the underside, slowly, cupping his balls with my other hand. When I hear him curse my name again, I take him into my mouth.

He makes that sexy fucking feral noise as I do, his hips jerking as I work my way up and down his shaft, sucking him as I stroke my tongue all along his length. He’s too big for me to take all the way in, so I suck him as far as I can, and then release him so I can kiss and lick the base of his cock. I look up at him as I do. I want to see what he likes, and how he reacts to my touches.

“Fuck,” he snarls, fisting the sheets. “Beauty, if you don’t want me to have you naked and whimpering underneath me, begging for my cock, you have to stop now.”

I give him my best innocent look and draw him back into my mouth.

His control breaks. He pulls me off of him, spinning me around and pulling my dress off. My bra is next, but he leaves the panties on, as he pins me on the bed.

“I warned you,” he growls, raking his eyes down my body. “A man can only take so much.”

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