Page 33 of Dangerous Attraction

Dinner arrivedat the worst possible moment. I finally convinced myself to tell him what I was feeling, then he had to go and answer that damn call. I dried off, then toweled my hair. I forgot my bag once again and contemplated walking out there naked just to torture him.

Instead, I sifted through his closet and borrowed one of his button-down dress shirts. Rolling the sleeves up, I gave myself a once over in the mirror, then walked out. The elevator doors were closing, telling me whoever had delivered the food was already gone. Massimo had his back to me as he was setting the food on the bar.

I paused, taking in his perfect physique. His jeans sculpted his backside perfectly, making my mouth water. The shirt he had on molded against his muscles, leaving me wanting to trace the defined ridges with my tongue. Glancing toward the coffee table, I noticed a gun. Of course, he would have a gun. How had I not noticed it before?

“I hope you’re hungry.” He turned and stopped dead in his tracks. “Fuck…” He dropped the fork he was holding and stalked toward me. Stopping inches from of me, he ran his fingers through my damp hair and down my arm. “You’re fucking beautiful in my shirt.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed it.” I smiled, my own eyes roaming over his chest. My pussy throbbed with need, making my thighs slick with desire. I’d forgone panties, hoping to pick up where we left off in the tub. I was a virgin, but that didn’t mean I’d never pleasured myself. Seeing him in a tight shirt made me want to rub one off with him watching.

“Not at all, Bella.” He ran his hand down my cheek, then trailed his finger across my collarbone where the shirt was open.

I gasped at the sensations pulsing beneath his touch.

“Keep making those noises and dinner will be forgotten.” His hand tugged my hip, pulling me against him.

I could feel the desire hidden beneath his zipper, making me bite my lip.

“It can be reheated, right?”

“Fuck.”

He crashed his lips to mine. Gripping my sides, he plundered my mouth. His tongue flicked against mine, drawing another moan from my throat. Massimo wedged his body between my legs as he ravished me with his intense kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance, the sexual tension bursting from our bodies as he backed me toward the bed. My legs hit the edge, stopping our movement. Massimo tugged at the shirt, pulling it over my head.

“Goddamn it.” He stepped back and drank me in. “Beautiful.”

Slipping his hand between my legs, he pressed his fingers into my opening. I cried out, clenching my thigh together at the invasion.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” He hissed as my pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vise.

“Massimo.” I cried out as an orgasm washed over me. Embarrassed by the quick release, I wouldn’t look at his face.

“Madison.” He tilted my chin up, his gaze laden with tenderness. “You don’t need to hide from me.”

“I don’t thinkI will please you like you're used to.” I ducked my head again, terrified of what he would say when he learned the truth.

Stilling against me, his silence was deafening, and I almost pulled away.

“Have you ever done this?”

Shaking my head, I whispered, “No.” I could feel my skin heat from the blush creeping up my skin as I averted my eyes.

“Christ.” He laid me down gently, his body covering mine. “Look at me.” I glanced at him through hooded eyes. “Never be embarrassed around me. I only ask because I’ll have to get you ready to take my cock. I’m a big guy and don’t want to hurt you, ok?”

“I trust you.”

“Good…” He slowly kissed his way down my belly. “Because I’ve been dying to taste you.”

"Taste me?" I gasped, watching him as he wedged between my legs.

“Madison, sweetheart. Your first time is going to hurt, but I’m going to do what I can to make it hurt as little as possible. Tell me to stop if it gets to be too much, okay?” He stood before me and stripped off his clothes. Digging something out of the nightstand, I watched as he tossed a foil packet onto the bed beside my body. The whole time, his eyes never left mine.

“I need words, Bella.”

“Yes… I understand.” I whispered. I watched him take position between my legs again.

“I want to know everything that makes your body burn for me.” He swirled his finger around my clit. “Do you like it when I do this?”

“Yes,” I moaned, bucking my hips against him.

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