Page 47 of Wicked Mafia Sinner

She’s testing me and being playful, at the same time. I see the dark desires curling through her body hoping I take the bait. The way her nipple hardens, the parting of her lips. Even the way she shifts her weight on the stool. I have no doubt my little beam of sunshine is wet between the legs.

My balls draw up and my cock is instantly hard.

I breathe in and it’s not the coffee I’m smelling anymore. It’s her. Clean. A hint of my shampoo and soap on her skin and in her hair. On her it’s addictive and it etches into my brain. I know ten years from now I’ll look back on this moment and remember her.

I fill my lungs again. God, her fucking scent curls through me.

Four steps and I have Cora in my arms. I palm her face in my hands and angle her head up, taking her in a forceful kiss.

She moans into my mouth and fuck me. I make damn good coffee but on her tongue it tastes like manna from Heaven. Forbidden. Delicious. A gift from God.

I sweep my tongue over hers and she does the same, climbing up my body. She wraps her legs around my middle, neither of us breaking the kiss.

I free her of the sweater and pop the button on her jeans open. Her heavy sigh offers me a ray of hope that maybe we could work.

White cotton clings to her round breasts. Hard nipples press against the fabric and my cock throbs for a woman I can’t have. Black jeans stick to her shapely legs and I can’t keep my fingers from threading through the long lengths of her hair.

I break the kiss and press my forehead to hers. With every inhale, I draw her breath into my lungs and it is another moment where I feel like I’m taking her light into me.

“Fuck, Cora. What the hell are you doing to me, woman?”

She shudders, and a flush of goosebumps rises on flawless skin.

I claim her mouth, my fingers stabbing into her hair. I lock her to me and don’t let her break away until she opens for me. I am not left wanting.

The second our tongues touch again, she moans into my mouth. Her heavy sigh fills my soul and I draw in her air as she draws from me.

We are both panting and reeling when I break our kiss. Holding her face and anchoring her in place, I look into Cora’s eyes. It’s at that moment I know this is a big mistake. There’s so much trust glittering up at me behind those pretty lashes. I can’t break that. Ever. She needs me to keep a level head and I can’t do that if it’s buried between her legs.

For both our sakes, I slowly lower her to the floor and take a step away.

Hunger dilates her pupils until the violet of her irises is nearly black. Her hands slide down my chest to settle over my forearms. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

Her gaze shifts between hurt and rejection.

“Not even in the slightest. You’re perfect in every way.” I take her hand and lift her knuckles to my lips. I press a kiss to each one before I completely break contact. “You have stolen my heart and my good sense, malyshka. You are dangerous in ways no one could ever match.”

“Is that a compliment or a back-handed slap?” She nibbles at the plumpness of her bottom lip.

“Compliment, for sure.”

Her tongue sweeps over her bottom lip. Her pretty eyes sparkle with defiance.

My phone goes off with a text message.

Cora doesn’t bother with putting her sweater back on and the view is beautiful when she crosses her arms over her chest.

A pretty brow arches. “Saved by the bell again.”

Creamy breasts scream for me to pull her back to me and enjoy a taste of those hard candy nipples. Her stance says the moment has passed.

My phone goes off again and this time I palm the fucking thing. It’s Luca. Shit.

While I’m busy reading an update, Cora turns and grabs her sweater. Her unusual silence tells me I’ve hurt her.

My hand slides over her hip and I let her feel the hardening length of my cock against her ass. She shivers against me, and those lashes are back to falling closed.

“I’ll be working if you need me.”