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“I like to be prepared.”
“Oh.” She reconsidered. “Good idea.” She grabbed her ankle holster out of the pile of weapons on the desk and strode to the bed. When she bent over to slide it under the pillow, he admired the view of her ass again, and his cock pulsed. Fuck, she really was gorgeous.
“Planning on shooting me?” he asked, telling himself he had more finesse than to lunge for her.
She shrugged. “I like to be prepared.” She sent him a cheeky grin and pulled down the sheets before flopping onto the bed. “Come on. Let’s get a move on.”
He’d never been with someone who acted less sexy than Vespa, and yet it stirred him all up. It was messing with his head. His hand reached for her weapons to give himself a minute to regroup. “Should I be relieved you didn’t grab more?”
“Hey! Hands off!” She jumped back off the bed and strode over, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from her pile. “No touching my stuff. Touch me instead.” She dragged his palm over her breast. The way the nipple puckered and her eyes dilated made his cock pulse again. “Oh, fuck, that felt good,” she mumbled, grabbing his other hand and using both to tweak her own nipples.
A breathy little moan slipped out of her, then wrapped around his erection and squeezed. He was raring to go, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Not really.
Her eyes slitted as she repeated the forced caress.
He enjoyed watching her do it, but he was also starting to feel annoyed. “Do you even need me here?”
“Hey, it’s your hands that I’m liking here.” She kept them firm against her chest as she shuffled them both toward the bed. “I think you’re the one second-guessing. Want me to stop?” She rubbed his palms in a circle, beginning to pant as she did.
“No.” They made it one step closer, and he decided to be honest. “But I almost want to watch you get yourself off.”
She frowned as her hands tightened on his. “I can do that any time. Tonight was about wanting to have sex.”
A niggling warning flashed in his brain. “How many partners have you been with, Vespa?”
Her scowl was quick to form. “That’s none of your business, now, is it?”
Her digging in her heels like that only made his worry grow. “We agreed to this being a one-time thing, but if that one time is me taking your virginity, that won’t do.”
“I’m not a virgin!” she shouted, wincing afterward and jerking away from his hands.
Antonio’s mind snarled, and his hands dropped to his side. “Rape doesn’t count,” he said quietly.
Her hands went to the tight bun she still wore, clenching over it as her eyes closed. “I wasn’t raped.” She swallowed, opening her eyes to glare at him. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I instigated with him, and the sex was great. I came and everything. It wasn’t until after that, when the others showed up… He meant to share me with them before killing me, but those assholes didn’t accomplish either one, okay?”
“Jesus,” Antonio said, his hands tightening into fists as anger coursed through him. “No, that’s not okay, Vespa. For fuck’s sake.”
She crossed her hands over her bare chest, her shoulders hunching. “I didn’t mean what they did was okay. I meant, okay, have I told you enough? But you know what? Fuck off. I don’t have to tell you anything.” She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. “In fact, maybe you should just leave.”
Antonio’s stomach swirled. He hated seeing her wearing that expression. Vespa shouldn’t ever have to look vulnerable. He sighed as he sat on the mattress near her, not close enough to be touching. “Communication is good between sex partners. Even one-time ones. You don’t owe me any explanations, you’re right, but talking through what we both want is important.”
She closed her eyes. “I don’t know what I want,” she mumbled.
Antonio’s body wanted to revolt. He really was thinking about walking away. His thoughts were already all hung up on her. Doing this would be even messier than he’d first realized.
“Why haven’t you had sex again since then?”
“I’ve tried, all right? I’m not a prude or anything. It’s just, it’s weird to think of the Coronella boys that way. And when I go out to pick up guys, no one really clicks, you know?” She turned to him, scowling again. “Why it’s you who managed to turn me on out of everybody, I don’t understand, but—”
Antonio leaned in and kissed her. Partly to shut her up, because his chest was squeezing like a fucking vice, but mostly because he wanted Vespa out of everybody else as well. Sure, he liked all types of people, but when he did like a person, he fixated on them until only they would do.
Right now, that person was Vespa. And until he had her, she’d be like a trap in his mind.
Besides, he was confident he could handle the fallout afterward.
So he kissed her, and it was the same as the first two times had been: overwhelming and hot and combustible. Her arms slid around his neck as she sucked his tongue. He fucking liked that—a lot. She tried to press closer, and he pushed her back, following her down onto the mattress until their skin kissed too.
She stiffened under his weight. He lifted his head, seeing embarrassment and frustration cross her face.
