Page 93 of Dangerous Intent

“Yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “What if I have to have a C-section?”

“I didn’t think of that.”

Who would?

“You have to think of these things. This is my first tattoo. It has to be perfect, and it has to be forever.”

“Of course.” I smirked.

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I would never.” I breathed in her sweet scent as I sprinkled kisses across her collarbone. “How about here? I pressed my finger into her collarbone. “That might be hot.”

“I think so too.” She rubbed the spot. “Then everyone would know I’m yours.”

“They already know that.” I kissed her neck. “If they don’t, I’ll remind them.”

“I want to put it here.” She pointed to her collarbone. “It’ll be hot.”

“I do like hot.” I pushed her hair to the side and pressed my lips to her shoulder. “I’m hard just thinking about it.”

“Are you sure it’s not this bikini that’s making you hard?”

“It’s definitely you, but the bikini helps.”

She spread her legs, and I moved between them. Pressing my lips to hers, I reached for the tie at the base of her neck and tugged on it, releasing her bikini top. I stepped back and gazed at her perky breasts and aroused nipples.

“We’re not going to make it to the beach, are we?” She ran her hands along my bare chest as I pulled the string across her back and let the bathing suit fall to the tiled floor.

“Sweetheart, we’re not going to make it to the bedroom.” I pushed her onto the counter and wrapped her legs around my hips. “I want you right now.”

I kissed her throat and trailed my lips to her bare breasts. Her soft skin prickled from my touch, enticing me to lick her nipples.

She clutched her legs around my hips, rocking into me as I feasted on her breasts. Licking, sucking, and blowing my warm breath on them caused her to tremble in my hold. As she twisted her fingers in my hair, I kissed a path down her stomach and over her compact abs.

“Your body is incredible.” I nipped at her hip bone. “It was made for me.”

“Use it anyway you want.” Her words escaped in a low, desperate breath. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” I glided my thumbs to either side of her upper thighs and hooked them under her bikini bottoms. “When I’m done with you, you’ll feel me all day long.”

A quick knock at the door reverberated around the room, and Lissia’s eyes widened.

I’m going to slit the throat of whoever that is.

“Chello,” Lorenzo called. “Are you in there?”

“Fuck.” I groaned as I rested my head on her stomach.

“Can’t we ignore him?” Lissia whispered.

“Marchello,” Lorenzo said. “I need to talk to you.”

“I better answer it.”

“No.” She pouted. “I don’t want you to.”

“I’m here on business.” I adjusted my shorts, willing my erection to settle down. “I have to answer it.”

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