Page 39 of Sweet Lies

My hands move to the hem of his gray t-shirt, and I tug it up. He lifts his arms, making it easier for me to remove the thin garment.

My fingertips slowly and softly run over his chest, enjoying the tight muscles there as they move beneath my hands. I seem to affect him as much as he affects me. Scars mar his skin, and I bend down to kiss each one. My fingers brush one of the more extensive ones.

“Gunshot,” he says in response to my unspoken question.

“Do you want to continue?” he asks, his voice gruff.

I could stop this, and we could go to sleep and never talk about it again, or I could do what I’ve always wanted. I could have him as my own for one night.

I trace the Rossi tattoo on his arm, giving myself a moment to decide. Starting at the serpent head, I trace each individual marking, all the way to the tail, which signified he was as high in rank as it was possible to go. “You kept it,” I observe.

“Yes. It’s a part of me as much as I’m a part of it. It’s not as if I joined a different organization. They would have killed me on the spot if I had, plus I’m better on my own.”

“None of us are better on our own,” I mutter, coming to that awareness as I kiss across the tattoo.

I take my time exploring him, enjoying the control he’s given me.

He hisses in surprise as I kiss his neck. Smiling against the soft flesh, I move back to his lips before leaning back and removing my top. I’d already changed into my pajama top, my bra long removed.

His hands glide from my lower stomach up to give each breast attention, then he explores my body much the same as I did his. Slowly and intently. Each touch executed to bring and build pleasure.

All the while, my fingertips move over his muscles, starting from the top of his chest and moving down to trace the edge of his pants, playing with the thin drawstring I find there.

Before I can inch them down, his right hand grips my neck, bringing me in for a kiss; from my lips, he trails his mouth to my chin, then down to my neck, where he lingers lightly, kissing and sucking till I moan and pull him closer.

It’s as if we have all the time in the world. Maybe we do. This could be the beginning of something or the end. I won’t know till the morning when the light reminds us both what we did. No matter what though, I refuse to regret this moment. He is my choice.Thisis my choice.

Slipping off the rest of my clothes, he flips me onto my back, and his lips return to my neck while his right hand grips my wrists together and raises them above my head. He releases them and traces his fingertips down my arms as his lips move lower.

His body slides down mine, then he pulls my legs apart, leaving me wide open to his gaze. I should feel something other than excitement, but I don’t.

Starting at the edge of my knee, he drops light kisses across my skin, slowly moving down to my thigh before landing on the spot I want. His tongue licks slowly, and I bury my hands in his thick, lush hair before grasping at the sheets to try to anchor myself—I can feel part of me lifting away with pleasure as his tongue moves on me.

Pressure builds, but before it can be released, I stop him.

“Wait. I don’t want to finish like this. I want you inside me. I’ve waited so long for that feeling.”

He laughs. “Whatever you want, princess.”

“You should say that more often.”

I sit up, push him on his back and straddle him, my body humming in pleasure and need. I feel in control in a way I never have before.

Leaning down, I kiss him as I feel him slide into my depths. It takes a moment for my body to adjust. He moans, and his lips part as his hands move to my lower back, guiding me silently.

Riding him this way is empowering in a way I never thought possible. I can’t believe he’s allowing it, as I know he’s used to being the one in control. He’s giving me a gift—giving me power in a sense.

My hands rest against his chest as we move as one. Sounds escape from both of us, but I take no notice. I’m focused solely on the pleasure building in my body.

After desiring him for so long, he’s finally mine and I his.

ChapterFourteen

REBECCA

Iwake the next day with a jerk. It’s as if the memory of last night came back in an instant.

Sitting up, I realize Andre isn’t next to me. I check the bathroom, but he’s not in there; he must have gone to get coffee or something.He’ll be back soon.

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