Page 38 of Take Me Under

“What’s that?” she asked cautiously.

“We can discuss it over dinner. Krystina’s Place tomorrow night. I know the restaurant owner and feel confident that we can have a conversation there with minimal interruptions.”

“And if I say no?”

“We’ll go back to option one. I’ll come to Italy, and we’ll spend a month having fantastic sex.”

Serena pressed her lips together in annoyance, making me want to kiss that smirk right off her face.

“Don’t be so arrogant.”

I moved closer, forcing her back so she was pressed against the pillar once more. Reaching up, I wrapped a hand around her neck, allowing my thumb to rest on the pulse at her throat.

“It’s not arrogance if I’m right.” I leaned in. To my satisfaction, she didn’t pull away. I felt the heat flush her neck as her eyes darkened to a deep blue. They brimmed with possibilities as I moved close enough to feel her exhale on my lips. “Your pulse is racing. It betrays you. I dare say that the idea of spending a month together intrigues you.”

“I never said anything to the contrary. I just said I wouldn’t allow my body to be treated like a transaction.” Her voice was breathy, betraying her confidence and exposing her desires. When her lips parted, I nearly groaned.

“Let me touch you, princess.”

“You are touching me.”

“I mean really touch you. I want to show you how good we could be, to give you the freedom to be the female sculpture in the flames.”

She let out a quiet whimper as arousal seeped into her eyes. She hid her sexual need better than most women, but I could still sense it—hot and wanting. The pulse in her neck quickened under my palm as I lowered my head. Our breaths mingled and she angled her head, surrendering her mouth to mine.

Her lips were soft and full, parting to allow my tongue access. Electric shockwaves coursed between us, and she released a small moan. I responded by pushing my mouth harder against hers. Her need tasted too damn good, showing me that she wanted this as much as I did.

I kissed her desperately and passionately, teasing her with the promise of more. Adrenaline coursed through me and my cock throbbed. I pulled her tighter against my chest, and she melted into me, giving me all the encouragement I needed to lower myhand and squeeze her firm ass. I couldn’t wait for the day when I’d see it flushed red from the sting of my palm.

I pushed my hips against her, allowing her to feel how rock hard my cock was. She gasped, swiveling her pelvis, our bodies meeting for a slow, gentle grind. It just made me burn for her all the more. I devoured her, our tongues twisting and tasting as she angled her head so I could take more.

And I wanted more.

I needed more.

I thought about the club, just mere steps away.

I could take her to one of the private rooms and… No. Now is not the time.

Tearing my lips from hers, I took a second to read her hooded ocean blue eyes. All I saw was desire and longing behind those thick lashes.

“Tell me what you want.” When she didn’t respond, I slipped a hand under her shirt until I felt the warm, olive skin at her waist. I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, trailing soft kisses along her collar bone as I moved my hand up to cup one of her breasts. I began to massage over the lacy fabric. “This—is this what you want?”

“Anton,” she murmured against my lips. “What if someone walks by?”

“Let them watch,” I growled.

She moaned softly at the suggestion of being caught, my words bolstering her enough to let go. Her fingers curled through my hair, then moved down to my shoulders and back, touching as if she couldn’t get enough.

“Anton, we shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.” Her protest was weak.

“Tell me to stop,” I challenged.

“No. I don’t want that either,” she breathed. Her words were barely audible in the night air. “I want you to touch me.”

Using two hands, I continued my exploration under her gauzy shirt, greedily pulling down the cups of her bra. Herbreasts spilled free, allowing me to pinch her hard nipples. She arched, encouraging me to take more. I twisted one peak while slowly caressing the other, mixing both pain and pleasure. When she released a sigh of gratification, I nearly came on the spot.

There was no doubt—Serena and I would be explosive in bed.

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