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“I bet it’s beautiful. Do you get back there often?”
“The entire family goes every Christmas. Sicily is amazing during the holidays.”
“Do you speak Italian?” I ask, cocking my head. He has no trace of an accent and it never occurred to me until now.
“We all do. Fluently.”
“Really?” For whatever reason that amazes me. And impresses the hell out of me. Most people in America only speak one language—English. “Say something.”
His lips edge up in a smirk and then a slew of beautiful, low-spoken Italian words spill from his mouth. My jaw drops and my panties are instantly soaked. It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard.
“What did you just say?” I ask, a little breathless and completely turned on.
“Come closer and I’ll tell you.”
Heart in my throat, I set the parmesan cheese down and move closer. Vin brushes my hair back off my shoulder, leans down and whispers in my ear, “I said you’re absolutely stunning. A bright, golden light that washes away the darkness. So good, so pure. I want your light to consume me, my Angel.”
Oh, God. I let out a shaky breath and then lose my mind a little. Desire infuses me and I turn my head. Popping up onto my toes, I slam my mouth against his hard and fast. I don’t think he expects the move and he groans into my mouth as I kiss him passionately. After a little bit, Vin slides his hands through my hair, cupping the back of my neck and takes control, deepening the kiss. Commanding. Controlling. Making me want him on a primitive level I never knew existed.
Walking me backwards, devouring me, his tongue explores and caresses every square inch of my mouth. My rear end bumps into the table. Before I realize what’s happening, Vin pushes forward, maneuvering himself between my legs, and forces me to lay back on the tabletop. He’s on top of me, kissing me desperately, and reaches for my leggings. In one fell swoop, my leggings and panties get tossed. Then his hand is between my legs, caressing, spreading my juices over my folds and up around my clit.
With a cry, my head drops back against the table and my hips push against his hand. He slides two fingers into my soaked channel while his thumb massages my clit until I’m squeezing my thighs together and biting my lip to keep from screaming.
“Spread your legs, Angel,” he rasps, thrusting his fingers in and out. Forcing my thighs apart. He’s working me into a frenzy and I feel my control slip away. The orgasm hits me hard and waves of pleasure spread through my body. Before I can even begin to recover, Vin flips me over and I’m lying face down. My heart thunders as he leans over and whispers, “I’m going to take you like this, Angioletto. Sink deep into your sweet, wet pussy. Can I do that? Fuck you deep?”
“Yes…please,” I beg, pushing my ass back against him. I hear his zipper go down and the crinkle of a condom packet. I have no idea where he got it from so quickly and I don’t care. I just want to feel his big cock inside me.
I get my wish almost immediately. Vin grabs my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, hikes my ass up and sinks into me from behind. We both moan and the sensation of him stretching and filling me is almost too much to bear. It stings at first but then my body adjusts to the new position, welcoming him deeper as he begins to thrust. Sinking in and out of me.
“So fucking good,” he rasps, grunting with each thrust. “Fuck, you’re tight. You squeeze me so good…so goddamn wet…”
I turn my cheek, laying it against the cool surface of the table and try to hold on as Vin begins to move faster…harder. He’s pounding into me and his hand finds its way beneath my body, zeroing in on my clit. Pressing, massaging, rolling the aching nub until I can’t take it anymore. A scream tears from my throat and I buck hard as my release rocks through my body. Like a bolt of lightning it zaps and sears straight through me, setting everything on fire. The entire table lurches forward with the force of Vin’s thrusts. Then he groans, stiffens above me and I feel a long shudder rack through the length of his frame as he orgasms. He hisses something in Italian then drops down on top of me. He’s careful not to crush me and when he presses his lips against my shoulder, I let out a shaky sigh.
When he finally peels himself off me, I can’t move. I’m breathing hard, unable to lift my head up. I can’t believe that I just had sex with Vin on the kitchen table. Backwards. Oh, my God. He makes me lose every rational thought in my head when we’re together. I like him so damn much. Hell, it’s time to be honest with myself. It’s so much more than like. I want so badly to call this man my significant other. I want to go to bed with him, have fantastic, mind-blowing sex all night long, then I want to wake up in his arms every morning. It’s like he’s cast some sort of magical spell over me.
Or, maybe my pussy.
No, it’s more than that. I want to meet his family and go to Sicily with him on Christmas. I want him to teach me Italian and give me babies.
Holy shit. The first man I sleep with, I’m falling in love with. I’m not sure what to do with that. But, I need to be careful. One minute he’s all in and the next, he cools off. Rolling over on the table, I look up and he’s staring down at me, a strange look in his vibrant green eyes. Vin extends his hand and I take it with zero hesitation.
“I didn’t…hurt you, did I?” He caresses a hand down my bare hip and I shiver.
“No.”
Vin nods, moving his hand around and circling his fingertips on my lower back. “I didn’t mean to be so intense. It’s like I lost all control.”
“I liked it,” I admit shyly.
Heat flares in his expression, lighting his emerald eyes afire, and a muscle flexes in his cheek. “Are you coming to work for me tomorrow?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing it’s the wisest decision.
A huge smile lights up his handsome face.
“But…”
“No buts,” he murmurs and kisses me softly.
