Page 67 of Privilege

“What?”

“Like what you see, Lucia. Do you?”

“Oh, are you fishing for compliments now?”

Renzo chuckled, and leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips. That kiss wasn’t nearly enough, though. She pushed back against him to get more, edging closer to the end of the counter all the while. She wanted to feel him pressed all over there—to get him hard between her thighs where she had no doubt she was already wet.

Hell, all she had to do was look at him, and she was wet.

His tongue tangled with hers, reminding her that no, for the moment, she didn’t need to worry about life or anything else when the two of them were like this. All she needed to focus on was the way his hips flexed forward, and just how good the ridge of his erection felt rubbing against the thin cotton of her panties when her dress slid up around her hips. Those warm hands of his found her throat, keeping her in place as a thick groan fell from his lips.

It was almost funny how she felt like a fucking teenage girl getting her first taste of pleasure in those moments. Like the first time she realized that if she rubbed something between her thighs in just the right way, it felt really fucking good. She couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten caught up in feeling that sensation, but she missed it.

Renzo seemed all too happy to keep kissing her like he was and indulging the way she wrapped her thighs around his waist to get him closer. God, yeah. She wanted more of that.

“Could you come like this?” she heard him ask. “Just rubbing that sweet pussy on me, Lucia? Could you?”

She let out a ragged breath. “Yeah, I think I could.”

Already, her thighs were shaking.

That coiling tension was thick in her belly.

Oh, yeah.

She could definitely come like this.

And then she felt it.

Sticky.

Wet.

Her concentration was broke just like that, and the teasing promise of an orgasm was gone as she realized what had happened.

“Shit,” Lucia laughed, pulling away.

The top on the bottle of honey had come off, and she spilled a good tablespoon on her hand and wrist. She didn’t even get the chance to reach for the dishrag hanging off the side of the sink before Renzo caught her wrist in his hand, and pulled it to his mouth. His tongue snaked out first, tasting and teasing. And then his lips wrapped around the sticky sweet mess to lap the rest of it up, too.

Something hot shot through her body.

It made her needy, and so fucking weak.

His gaze stayed locked on hers as he cleaned the honey with his mouth, and all she could think about was how sinful he looked like that, and why couldn’t she breathe right again?

The very second all that honey was gone, he came for her again. Strong hands skimming up her thighs, and yanking her dress higher. Those panties of hers were pulled down her legs so fast, she barely even felt them brushing against her skin. She couldn’t get into his pants fast enough, couldn’t get them down around his hips quickly enough to satisfy her want for him.

But she did.

Somehow.

“Yeah, shit, like that,” Renzo grunted. “Love your hands on me, you know.”

He watched the way Lucia stroked his cock once she had him free of his boxer-briefs. There was something inherently wicked about the way his features shadowed as he stared down between them. Or maybe it was beautiful, and not wicked at all. His thumb stroked the wetness smeared on her thighs, coming closer to her pussy with each swipe, while she continued jerking him off. He was heavy in her palms, but soft, too. All those veins in his cock pulsing against her fingertips.

“Want me to fuck you?”

Lucia nodded, wetting her lips, and watching him through lowered lashes.