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  “Just thinking,” I admit truthfully.

  She hums as I open the front door to my place for her. I hear her small intake of breath, her gasp, and then she turns around to face me. Her green eyes are wide and surprised.

  “Your place is gorgeous,” she exhales.

  My lips quirk in a grin. “Glad you like it, tesoro,” I murmur, closing the door behind me, then closing the distance between us.

  Lenora places her palms on my chest, her fingers gripping my pecs. She tips her head back, those fucking eyes of hers round as she looks up at me.

  “It’s you.” She smiles, her face soft and sweet.

  Lifting one of my hands, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and hold onto her. Dipping my chin, my mouth touches hers. She parts her lips and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue inside of her.

  Slowly, I break the kiss, wishing I could drag this out for hours, make her squirm and beg and plead beneath me, but I honestly can’t fucking make it that long. I’ve been dreaming of her body for weeks. I’ve never held out for one woman that I wanted for so goddamn long.

  ELENORA

  I feel like I’m floating and in a fog. His lips, his mouth, his touch. It’s more intense than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. His blue eyes stare down at me and search my own.

  He inhales and there’s something working behind his eyes, something that I can’t quite read, then before I can really try to decipher what is there, it’s gone.

  His lips twitch into a devilish smile and he takes a step back and to the side. His hand extends and I slip my fingers inside of his warm palm. Quietly, he pulls me behind him, leading me toward his bedroom.

  The condo is bathed in darkness, the only light is what streams from the moon, stars, and city lights around us through the windows. I try to look around the room, to take in his space a bit more but he doesn’t allow it.

  Once we’re inside of his room, he doesn’t close the bedroom door, obviously he doesn’t have a roommate of any kind. I frown, wondering how old he really is.

  I guess I thought he was in his twenties, but I don’t know anyone in their twenties who doesn’t live at home with their family or have a roommate.

  This place, it’s really fucking nice too, there’s no way he can afford this on his own, at least I didn’t think so. Then I realize that I don’t really know much about him at all, he asks me questions and I answer them, but I don’t really ever ask him about himself.

  Wrinkling my nose, I look up at him. “What do you do? How old are you?” I ask, the words tumbling from my lips.

  He smirks, dipping his chin. His lips brush mine and before he lifts his head away from mine, he speaks and those lips, they touch mine with each word.

  “I didn’t tell you? How is that?” he asks right before that delicious mouth of his moves a bit farther, touching the side of my neck.

  My head falls back, his lips traveling down my neck to the top of my collarbone. “Carlo,” I breathe.

  He hums as his tongue peeks out and tastes me. His mouth stops right at the collar of my shirt, his teeth nipping the swell of my breast as his hands wrap around my waist. His fingers dig into my flesh over my shirt, the feeling so firm and dare I say, wonderful.

  “Lenora,” he murmurs against my breast. “I want to see all of you, every square inch of your beautiful body, tesoro.”

  My entire body shivers, I nod, but it’s mostly to gather courage. He releases me, taking one step back, only giving me a few inches of space between us. It isn’t lost on me that he hasn’t released his age or occupation, again.

  I want to ask him, I want to demand that he tells me, but something stops me. Maybe it’s the look of desire and hunger in his gaze, maybe the fact that I want him too, so badly that I feel like I’m going to rip my own skin off.

  Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head. Then I pop the buttons of my jeans before kicking my shoes off and shimmy them down my legs. There I stand, right in front of this man, this virtual stranger, in nothing but my bra and panties.

  I feel my face heat when I realize that I wasn’t quite prepared for him to see me without clothes. My underwear is sexy, but it doesn’t match, not even a little bit. I’m wearing hot pink lace thong panties and a deep cut jewel-toned blue bra.

  Lifting my arms, I attempt to cover myself, especially when Carlo doesn’t say or do anything. He just stares at me. As soon as I move, he tilts his head to the side and shakes it once. His eyes lift to mine and his lips press together. I can’t help but feel that I’ve disappointed him somehow.

  “Carlo?” I ask.

  His lips twitch, then he jerks his chin toward the bed. “Sit on the edge,” he demands.

  His voice is no longer soft and gentle, there is a hard edge to it now that I can’t quite define. I don’t question it, or him. Shakily, I make my way over to the edge of the bed and slowly sink down until my bare ass hits the bed.

  “Elenora,” he rasps, his tone changing.

  He sounds raspy, husky, sensual. My entire body breaks out in goosebumps. Lifting my gaze to his, I drop my hands to the side and fist the soft comforter in my fingers. I notice that it’s not only soft, it’s velvety soft, I glance down to see that it’s indeed a black velvet material. God. To feel that against my skin, with Carlo’s heavy weight pressing against me, I shiver again.

  Carlo takes a step toward me, closing the distance between us. I widen my legs so that he can step between them. Tilting my head back, I look up into his blue eyes as one of his hands cups my cheek. His thumb traces my bottom lip as his blue eyes focus on mine.

  “Tonight changes everything, Lenora,” he says, though it sounds more like a warning than anything else.

  I nod, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. “It does?”

  He dips his chin, his hand leaving my face only to slide his fingers down my neck. His palm then presses against the center of my chest. I’m sure that he can feel my rapidly beating heart, but thankfully he doesn’t comment on it.

  “It does. You’ll be mine now,” he announces.

  I blink, confusion must be written all over my face because I see how his lips twitch and his eyes crinkle at the sides before he smiles, showing off his beautiful white teeth.

  “No other men, Lenora. None. Just me.”

  I nod slowly, blinking again, then lift my gaze back up to his smiling face. “I don’t know what kind of women you usually date, but Arlo, me being right here. Me being this vulnerable to you, it means that I’m committing myself to this, to us.”

  A slash of what looks like pain crosses his features for only a split second then he slides his hand down the center of my body, his finger touching the waistband of my panties. I suck in my belly as it flips inside from his touch.

  “The wrong kind of women, tesoro, the fucking wrong kind,” he murmurs.

  Removing my hands from the comforter, I reach forward and begin to work the buttons of his shirt open. I want to see his chest, I want to see all of his olive tinted skin, every square inch.

  “Then it’s settled,” I whisper as my fingers work.

  His fingers continue to slide back and forth just beneath the waistband of my panties as I unbutton his shirt. “What’s settled?” he asks.

  I finish the last button and inwardly whimper at the sight of his chest on display for me. There’s a smattering of black hair on his chest and his lower stomach. He’s defined, so muscular and I wonder what he must think of me. While he looks like an Italian god, I look absolutely nothing like a goddess.

  “I’m yours, Carlo and you are mine,” I say, lifting my gaze from his muscular chest to look up into his eyes.

  He smiles, but this time it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yes, Elenora, it is settled then,” he rasps.

  He leans down and captures my lips with his. Words escape me. They are lost to me, completely. My body takes over and all I want to do is feel.

  Chapter Three

  ARLO

 
My lips skim down the center of her body as my knees touch the carpet beneath me. I’m on my knees for this woman, a place I don’t normally allow myself to be.

  Vulnerability isn’t something that I have in me, except when it comes to family. My parents taught me how to love and be loved, by them at least. The rest of the world? It’s a cruel dark place and I’ve learned to never kneel, never show my hand or my back to a single soul.

  Except, Lenora makes me want to show her everything, all my cards. Unfortunately, if I do show her anything at all, she’ll run far and wide. She wants commitment, she wants fidelity. Those are things that I fully expect from her, but will not be able to give in return.

  I hook my fingers around the small strings of her thong panties. I could snap them in seconds, but something tells me that it would be a mistake this first time. I will do it, just not tonight. Playing off of her emotions, her tentative movements, I know that she needs gentle, I need to earn her trust, no matter if it’s misguided.

  She lifts her hips, her entire body trembling as I slide the scrap of fabric down her smooth thighs. Tossing the material to the floor, I wrap my hands around her ankles.

  Connecting my gaze to hers, I slowly slide my fingers up the insides of her thighs, applying pressure and widening them with each inch my hands climb.

  “Carlo,” she breathes.

  Hearing my given name on her lips is foreplay in and of itself. I grin once she’s open, her pussy gleaming pink and wet in front of my face—begging for me. Not taking my eyes from hers, I shift forward and flatten my tongue. I taste her. All of her. Circling her clit, I watch as her eyes widen.

  “Oh God,” she moans.

  I expect her to lean back, to lie back, but she doesn’t. Instead, one of her hands lifts from the bed and her fingers glide through my hair, holding me to her. I growl, needing more of her taste, of her touch.

  I fuck her with my tongue, sliding in and out of her wet heat, then finding my way back up to her clit. Focusing my eyes on hers, I watch for her cues, what she likes and what she loves. I want to taste her release. I want her to flood all of my senses.

  “I am so close,” she sighs as her hips shift above me.

  I hum against her, moving my mouth toward her clit and focusing all of my attention there. I suck her nub, flicking it with my tongue over and over. She gasps, her eyes wide in wonderment. Sliding two fingers inside of her slick heat, I pump in and out of her, curling them inside of her ever so soft.

  “Yes,” she moans, though it comes out more garbled than anything else I’ve ever heard from her.

  Her fingers tighten their grasp in my hair and she holds me tighter against her center while her hips jerk and buck, until her body stiffens and then she finally sags in relief. I continue to lick her until her cum is gone, until her hand releases my hair, until she falls back against the mattress with a heavy sigh.

  Shrugging off my shirt, I unbuckle my pants and remove them, leaving them in a pile on the floor along with my socks and shoes.

  I shouldn’t just leave them there to be wrinkled, they’re Italian and designer after all. I can’t seem to muster up the energy to worry about shit like that when she’s spread out like a goddamn feast for me on my bed.

  “Arlo,” she purrs, sounding like a sex kitten.

  I climb onto the bed in only my black boxer briefs, lying beside her. Reaching out, I trace the swell of her breast with my finger, wishing I would have removed the bright blue bra.

  “Elenora.”

  I feel her eyes on me, lifting my gaze to hers, I smile. It’s a real smile, one that I don’t show or even have a reason to wear often, but for her, it comes easily. I wait for her to speak, my fingers continuing to roam over her soft skin.

  “I’ve never, not like that before,” she says.

  “Never what, tesoro?”

  There’s a long pause, so long in fact that I crawl on top of her, bracing my hands next to her head and lifting my body from hers. Touching my mouth to hers, I slide my tongue across her lips.

  “Talk to me, Lenora.”

  “I’ve never come before, with a man.”

  I blink, unsure if I’ve heard her correctly. When her beautiful cheeks tint pink, I know that she’s telling me the truth. Grinning, I touch my lips to hers again.

  “Want to come again, tesoro?” I ask, grinding my hard cock against her side.

  Her eyes widen and I watch as she licks her lips. “Again?” she breathes.

  “Maybe two more times, but I’m shooting for three before I take you home.” I grin.

  “Shit,” she sighs. “Uh, yeah.”

  Chuckling, I touch my mouth to hers again before I move my lips to her ear. Tugging on her lobe with my teeth, I skim my mouth down behind her ear, her neck then suck her collarbone. I love this spot on her. It’s vulnerable, it’s sweet, it’s her.

  “Your wish is my command,” I murmur against her skin.

  I shift over her body and I put my full weight on one of my hands and tug the cup of her bra down with the other. My fingers find her nipple and I gently pinch before I tug. Her neck arches at the same time her back does and then I hear her exhale with a sigh.

  My mouth moves down to her tit, I need to taste her there, I need to taste all of her. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I flick it with my tongue. Her fingers find their way back in my hair, she holds me against her breast as her back arches.

  I growl against her, needing more, needing to be inside of her. Cazzo, fucking cazzo I need this woman like I need air.

  “Carlo,” she sighs. “That feels amazing.”

  ELENORA

  I mean every word that I say to him. He feels simply amazing. Everything about him, his mouth, his touch, everything. I can’t imagine what he is going to feel like when he finally sinks inside of my body.

  “Hai un sapore dolce come una caramella. Non vedo l’ora di essere dentro di te.”

  I melt. Completely melt beneath him. My body becomes nothing but mush as he murmurs words in Italian that I don’t understand. He could be telling me that the sky is blue and it wouldn’t matter, not at this point.

  “Carlo,” I breathe.

  It seems to be the only thing that I can say at this point. His name, just his name, breathing it is all that I can muster.

  His eyes lift, those blue orbs have darkened a touch and I can’t stop the shiver from rushing over my body. He releases my nipple and as much as I want to keep him there, I would rather have the hard length that’s pressing against my stomach buried deep inside of me.

  He shifts off of me, the loss of his mouth, of his body against mine is too great. Greedily, I need him back. Luckily, he isn’t gone long, just enough to get his underwear shoved off and tossed somewhere.

  Reaching behind me, I quickly strip off my bra, needing to feel every inch of his body against my own. When he returns, thankfully he rests his elbows next to my face, instead of his hands.

  I bite my bottom lip, looking into his blue eyes. I whimper when I feel his length slide through my still wet center. It’s as if he’s testing my wetness to ensure that I’m ready. God, this man is the sweetest one I’ve ever met.

  Lifting my arms, I wrap my hands around his shoulders, lightly scratching his back. He dips his chin, his mouth gently brushing mine with a soft moan.

  “Carlo, please,” I beg.

  He grunts, shifting his hips and then it happens. He fills me in one swift move. Moaning, his eyes meet mine. He looks wild, beautifully wild as he watches me. Shifting my hips, I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock sinks a bit deeper inside of me and I watch as his eyes flutter closed.

  “Elenora,” he breathes. “Fuck, merda, how do you feel this goddamned amazing?” he asks.

  “I was thinking the same thing.”

  He grins, then slowly slides out of me, just leaving the tip inside before he sinks back home. He stretches me like no other man has, not that I’ve been with a wide variety, but enough to know that he is above average and absolutely de
liciously delectably built.

  My nails score his shoulders, I can’t keep from digging them into his flesh as he fucks me. His strokes are slow and with purpose, every single one. His gaze, those blue eyes, they stay focused on me with each stroke. The way he’s looking at me, it heightens my arousal by a thousand times.

  “God,” I whimper as I lift my hips to meet his stroke.

  “Yeah, tesoro,” he rasps.

  He keeps his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. His mouth touches my own, his lips taking me hard—owning me in just a kiss.

  My second orgasm takes me by surprise. Wrenching my mouth from his, I throw my head back and let out a cry as my pussy clenches around him, attempting to hold him deep inside.

  “Merda,” he bites out.

  His hips slam against mine, once, twice, three times and then on the fourth thrust he stays buried deep and I feel his release fill my body. His cock twitches inside of me, a sensation that I never knew I could love. But I do. I love the way it feels as he climaxes.

  Our breaths are heavy as we both attempt to come down from our orgasms. Carlo touches his lips to mine right before he pushes up and slips from my body, then rolls onto his back. Without a word, he gathers me in his arms and pulls me against his side.

  I feel his lips touch the top of my head before his hushed words tumble from his lips. “I’m keeping you, Elenora. You will hate me, but I am keeping you,” he whispers.

  Pinching my eyes closed, I wonder what his ominous words mean. Lifting my head, I rest my chin on his chest as I look up into his gaze.

  “Just to say. I’m clean and I’m on birth control,” I blurt.

  His lips twitch and then they break out into a wide grin. “I know.”

  “How?”

  “Saw the package in your purse when you got your keys out the other night. I know what it looks like, figured you were the kind of girl who took the pills religiously, even when you weren’t dating someone.”