Page 90 of Lorenzo & Lily

She stomped away – completely fucking adorable – and locked the door. He re-positioned the head of the bed so that he was sitting almost straight up, while she closed the small curtain over the window in the door. She returned to his side, and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Climb on.”

“Are you nuts? I’m not going to get on the bed. You’re hurt.”

Tired of arguing, he grabbed her hips and positioned her to straddle him.

“Lorenzo!” she hissed.

Though his arm felt as though it were on fire, he wouldn’t complain. “I’m fine.”

She slapped his hands away as they moved to her shirt buttons. “I can fix my own shirt.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Can you? Will you do it very slowly, so I can savor the moment?”

She shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

“I’m eager. There’s a difference.”

“Only you could be ‘eager’ after being shot.”

“I could tell you it’s just the waning adrenaline in my system.” At her crestfallen expression, he continued. “But it’s really just you.” He moved her over his hardening erection. “It’s you, Lily.”

“Lorenzo.”

He brushed her lips with his.

“God, Lorenzo. I was so worried.” Her arms wrapped around him.

“I know. I’m okay.”

“Hold me.”

“I am.”

“Tighter.”

He tightened his arms around her.

“Tighter.”

“I’ll hurt you if I go any tighter than that.”

Her head came up and she cupped his face. “No, Lorenzo. Tighter.” She ground her hips into his.

“Lily.”

“Please?”

Fucking hell. “You’re not sure about us. I don’t want to rush you.”

“I thought you might die.”

His body stilled.

“I wondered what life would be like if you did. Liliana barely got to know you. We never really reconciled because I kept holding back, because I was so afraid you’d eventually let me go.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

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