Page 107 of Vincenzo
I groan. “Fucking hell, that’s right, baby.”
She wraps her hands around my neck and I slide mine underneath her ass, squeezing it tightly.
Our tongues clash against each other in an intoxicating fervor that has me forgetting where we are until the elevator dings at the top floor.
Amalia presses her hands against my chest, backing me out of the elevator.
“You ready for that promise I made to you earlier?” she asks, rolling her bottom lip into her mouth. The twinkle in her eye has my heart racing.
I raise a brow at her and my lips curl into a grin. “You know I am.”
She rises up on her tippy toes and I lean down so her lips caress my ear when she says, “Meet me on the terrace.”
Without another word, Amalia brushes past me and heads toward our room. I watch her disappear down the hallway before heading for the living room.
Sliding open the large glass panel doors, I walk out onto the terrace. I rest my hands on the railing and take a deep breath, appreciating the beautiful night.
Tonight went just as well as I imagined. I knew Amalia would fit in with my family, but the fact the girls were so quick to welcome her into their group, made my heart fucking swell.
Only a few minutes go by before the soft sound of someone clearing their voice behind me appears.
Turning around, I take in the sight before me. Amalia’s standing there wearing a black lace lingerie set, complete with garters and all.
“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe out.
Time seems to stand still while I take her in. The way the lights from the living room illuminate behind her, casting shadows along every delicate curve of her body. The desperate look in her eyes as she closes the distance between us, and the way her crimson lips are begging to be taken right here and right now.
“You’ve been hiding this set from me,” I say, knowing I’ve seen every piece of lingerie she owns.
“It’s a new one. I just got it in the mail the other day.” She runs her fingers down the curve of her waist over the delicate lace of her thong. “You approve?”
“You know I do.” The words come out more desperate than I intended, but that’s what Amalia does to me. She makes me lose all control.
I reach out for her, needing to feel her body mold against mine, but she takes a step back and says, “Not so fast.”
I let out a desperate grunt. “Come on, Little Hellion. You can’t expect me to keep my hands to myself when you look good enough to fucking eat.”
I take a step toward her, but she takes another one back and holds a finger up to me. “Don’tmove another inch.”
The command in her voice has me halting. I quirk a brow at her. “And what if I do?”
“Then I won’t give you the one thing you’ve been dying to have all night.”
She’s playing with me. Using the fuckingneedI have for her against me. And it’s fucking working.
“Alright, Little Hellion. I’ll play by your rules.” I take a step back and lean against the railing, waiting for her next move.
Amalia’s eyes glisten under the light as she takes a couple steps forward, closing the distance between us. “Good choice,” she says, running her hand down the center of my shirt. “Now, if you’re a good boy for me, maybe I’ll let you take me right over this railing. Would you like that?”
The seductive tone in her voice has my cock springing to life. “You know I would,” I growl out.
She unbuttons my shirt and discards it, then lowers her hand to my belt and unbuckles it. “Do you want me to scream your name so this city knows exactly who I belong to?”
The way she repeats my words back to me has me nearly buckling at my knees, begging her to do just that.
“Always,” I breathe out while she lowers my pants, quickly discarding them along with my socks and shoes.
“Then there’s just one thing I’m going to need from you first,” she says.
