Page 100 of Actions and Reactions
Annie doesn’t seem to mind the tone, so we all get to work.
“I feel bad,”Vinny murmurs from the passenger seat.
“About what?” I keep my eyes on the highway but reach to take his hand.
“Leaving Annie with Mom and Gab.”
I scoff.
“Please, she’s delighted. Didn’t you see her face when she met Lyla? And when Gab offered to let her stay for their slumber party?”
“I did, but ...” He trails off and sighs.
“She’ll be fine, and I asked her about a million times if she was sure, so trust me. Now, where are we going, your place or mine?”
“Mine.” His suddenly gravelly voice sends shivers down my spine. “It’s closer.”
I’m glad to hear he’s as desperate as I am.
I’ve been dreaming about this for months now, and I know we still need to talk about a lot of things, but first, I just really need to kiss him, touch him, feel him inside me. Just thinking about what I want him to do to me has my cock hardening.
We don’t speak any more on the drive, or in the elevator, or when we step into his apartment.
I walk straight to his room and don’t need to look back since I can feel him behind me. I stop at the foot of the bed and turn to see he’s already taking off his shirt while toeing off his shoes.
I’m hypnotized by every inch of skin he uncovers, and the sudden need I have to taste his skin, kiss every part of his body, it’s debilitating.
“Take off your clothes, Si,” he mutters darkly, then walks away to the bathroom. I see him take off his pants before I snap out of my stupor when he disappears around the door.
I’ve never undressed faster.
Vinny’s already inside the shower when I get there, and he pulls me in, kisses me senseless, and doesn’t let up.
Not while he blindly reaches for the shower gel and slathers it all very inefficiently over my back.
Not when he starts teasing my entrance.
Not when he preps me with one finger, then two.
I feel his thick, hard dick pressing against my lower abdomen all that time, and I can’t always control my hips, so I rub my own erection against his leg.
He has me acting like a damn animal in heat and I don’t mind it one bit.
The bathroom is so full of fog I can barely see the tiled walls by the time I can’t take it anymore and bark at him.
“Bed. Now.”
We dry off haphazardly, then his lips are on mine again, keeping me imprisoned by how expertly he turns off my brain.
Then he pushes me onto the bed, and I only care because he’s no longer in touching distance, but he fixes that quickly enough.
He straddles my waist. His cock rests just against mine, and he pins my wrists by my sides. Then he just stares at me, wonder filling his green eyes in a way that leaves me breathless.
“Oh, fuck yes, Vinny.” I throw my head back as much as I can when he grinds down on my dick. The friction is fucking perfect.
He latches his mouth onto my throat, right where my pulse is, then moves lower, then lower. Right when he’s at my bellybutton, he lets go of my wrists, and I can’t hold back the whine.
He looks up and freezes me with his stare.
