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Now, I don’t know.
I lift my chin. “Now I miss you.”
His expression doesn’t change, but the space between us shifts, like something invisible just tightened around us. I don’tlet myself stop. “I want you, Dario. I wanted you even when I knew I shouldn’t, and I want you now.”
He watches me for a long moment, then tilts his head slightly. “Undress.”
My breath catches but I don’t look away.
Slowly, I stand.
If this is all he wants I’ll give it to him.
My hands move to the hem of my shirt, and I pull it over my head. My leggings follow, leaving only my panties. The air is cool against my skin, but the heat in his eyes is worse. It burns.
I blink back tears, standing in front of Dario with nothing but my raging heart. He is still sitting, now his head between his knees like he’s praying or trying to control himself from lashing out at me again. For a moment, time seems to stand still, and all I can think about—and truly feel—is how much I want this man, how much I’d give to go back to when he wasn’t this hurt.
“Dario?” I call out.
He grunts in response and jerks his head up, looking directly at me. His eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen, but there’s also something else there—betrayal, probably, but also understanding. He may not trust me now, but I can sense it—the chance for redemption.
“I miss you.” Usually, I’d be knee-deep in thought, fighting for the right words to convince him to give me another chance, but tonight, I’m not thinking about that. I just want him. The rawness of my desire overflows in my veins, releasing adrenaline that burns through me. So, I don’t think. I just say the words as they come. “I miss you so much it hurts.”
He’s awfully good at that—analyzing whether it’s worth his time. I wonder if I’m worth his time. Fuck, I want to be. He spreads his arms wide, his eyes holding me captive. He stands but doesn’t reach for me. “You miss me when I’m right here?”
I drink him in. He’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt, the first I’ve seen him in for so long. His hair is tousled, like he’s been in the wind for a while.
I walk up to him and place a hand on his chest. The hard, defined muscles make me wet my lips subconsciously. “God—you don’t know how much I want you right now.”
“Then go ahead and do whatever you want,” he says, calm and a little nonchalant.
So, I drop to my knees in front of the one man who’s managed to capture my heart and then some, reaching up to touch the growing bulge in his pants. When I lean up to kiss him through the fabric, he lets out a deep-throated chuckle that sounds both near and far at the same time.
“I want your cock in my mouth.”
He nods and licks his lower lip. I feel a dire need to grow between us as I continue stroking him through his jeans. I inch my hand upward to splay it across his muscular stomach.
“Do you want me to take it off?” he asks. He’s not being playful or teasing. He’s just direct, complicit in his want for me, and I for him. “Whatever you want, Vit, just ask.”
I’ve never heard him call me that—Vit. There’s endearment in the name, in the way he shortens it. I quickly unzip his jeans and push them down.
“Take off your shirt. I want to feel your body, skin to skin, please.”
He removes it without hesitation. I lean back on my heels to stare up at him. His body is breathtaking, adorned with ripples of muscle and abs that seem to shatter all thoughts. His olive skin glows in the light, like he’s covered in gold.
“How can you be so… perfect, Dario?”
To this, he says nothing.
I kiss him through his briefs. Dario digs his hands into my hair, gathering it in his fist and tugging. “Take what you want,” he drawls. “You want this? Fucking take it!”
He’s enormous. Even through his briefs, it’s the first thing that comes to mind. My breath catches when he shifts, and I inhale his earthy, delicious scent. “I want all of you.”
I reach out and free his cock, sighing as it throbs in my hand. He’s veiny, hard, and beautiful—so much so that I don’t think before licking the liquid pooling at the tip. He makes a guttural sound at the back of his throat, and I lick again.
And again.
And again.
