Page 154 of Love Arranged
“I’m wide awake now, and even if I wasn’t, you tripping the alarm system would’ve done the trick.”
Damn.I can’t believe I forgot about the system after him checking it multiple times last night.
I should ask him to type in the code so I can leave, but there’s something about that smirk on his face that draws me in. Daisy quickly loses interest as I head over to Lorenzo’s side of the bed.
Since I don’t want him to gloat, I drop a kiss onto the top of his head like he always does to me and toss him his phone, which was on the nightstand. “Okay, now disarm the system. Thanks! Bye!”
He snatches my hand before I can escape. “Kiss me like you mean it.”
“Then I’ll never leave.”
“If it were up to me, you never would.”
Even if I could manage to get my legs to cooperate, there is no way I can go home after he spoke those words into existence.
“Fine,” I say, feigning reluctance. “But first tell me why you’re sleeping on the left side of the bed tonight.”
His gaze darts to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Turns out I don’t like the idea of you sleeping closest to the door.”
I might as well tattoo his name across my heart because the way it bleeds for him after that confession…Yeah.
There is not a single doubt in my mind that I am falling for this man, so I kiss him like I mean it.
Like Ilovehim.
It feels like a first, and in some ways, it is. Without an audience or a story to tell, I can enjoy the feel of his lips pressed to mine without any rush.
No person to convince. No romance to fake. Nothing but me and Lorenzo, finally embracing what we’ve spent nearly a year avoiding.
Eventually I end up underneath him, staring up at his dark eyes.
“Stay,” he commands.
“And risk my mom getting mad at me when she finds me missing tomorrow morning?”
“You can get home before she wakes up. Seems to work well for Dahlia.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Are you done making excuses now?”
I pretend to think about it. “I suppose I can stay for a little while?—”
He seals his mouth over mine, kissing me until I’m no longer able to form coherent thoughts. My head is full of whitenoise as Lorenzo kisses his way down my body before pausing at the top of my waistband.
When a man looks up at me like he is imagining all of the different ways he wants to make me come, the last thing I have on my mind is leaving.
So, I throw my inhibitions out the window and part my thighs. “Now it’s your turn to kiss me like you mean it.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
My fingertips tingle with anticipation as Lorenzo slides my dress up my thighs until it pools around my hips, leaving me and my nude underwear on full display.
My brain has a difficult time keeping up with the fact that after so long denying our connection, we are finally together in his bed, the air heavy with anticipation.
“I’ve been thinking about this since last night,” he confesses in a raspy whisper. “Before we were interrupted.”
I tremble as Lorenzo drags his nose down my center, the deep inhale he takes adding to the growing heat in my belly, along with his soft kisses down the inside of my thighs.
“You told me you wanted to be obsessed over?” He rips my underwear off and tosses them beside me. “That you wanted to bepossessed?”
“I want to befucked, Lorenzo. Does that answer your question? Or do you want me to go into heavy detail about how I want you to fuck me so hard that my sore pussy will think of you all day tomorrow?”
