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Lucia grabbed Renzo’s wrist, tugging him around to face her before he could drop to the bed, and then she pushed both her hands against his chest. The surprise move took him off guard—he fell back to the bed with a husky chuckle. With his back flat against the mattress, and his hands already reaching to grab her, Lucia slipped her hands in with his, and intertwined their fingers together. Climbing up in his lap, she straddled him, feeling the twitching of his soft cock against the line of her cotton panties.

“You know I love the sight of you in my shirts, right?” he asked.

She nodded. “That’s why I wear them to bed.”

That, and they were comfy.

“Better than lace and silk, babe.”

Lucia winked. “Well, you haven’t really seen me in all that, have you? How would you know?”

Renzo chuckled. “Yet. I’m sure you’ll prove me wrong.”

“Someday.” Lucia wet her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, and shifted on Renzo’s lap just to make her cotton-covered sex drag a little firmer against his length. “I like you under me like this.”

Renzo cocked a brow, and his hands landed on her hips to grab so tight, her breath caught in her chest. Her movements to tease him hadn’t gone unnoticed, it seemed. He pushed and pulled at her hips, flexing his lower half upward at the same time to make her sex push harder against his growing cock.

Fuck.

She loved the feeling of him hard between her thighs.

“You better do something with me while you got me like this, then,” he demanded.

Well, he did ask.

His fingers tightened at her hips as she lifted up from his waist just enough to get her hands under his boxer-briefs. The thick vein on the underside of his dick pulsed against her palms when she tightened both hands one on top of the other around his length. He was thick enough that her thumb and forefinger couldn’t touch when she circled his length with her hands. Long enough to drive her crazy when he had her pinned against any surface, and was fucking her hard and deep.

Her thumbs roved circles over the head of his cut cock. She pressed a bit on the tip, hearing the hiss leave his lips and enjoying the sight of him under her control for the moment. Back down his length she went with her touch, letting her fingernails drag along the sensitive flesh of his cock until she felt his fingers dig so deep into her hips that she was sure he was going to leave bruises behind.

“Lucia.”

That dark tone of his …

Thick with a warning, need, and want all rolled into one. His voice could make her do the dirtiest things, she was sure of it. She wondered if he could make her come just from using that voice of his alone.

The hard lines of his face caught her attention as she stroked him again, tightening her fingers around the head of his cock the way she’s watched him do it whenever he touched himself. He was a beautiful man, really. And so much more amazing to look at when pleasure was rippling across his features, and those dark eyes of his reflected a sinful kind of hunger when they landed on her. Those lax lips of his trembled, and his jaw tensed before he grunted her name again.

“You better fuck me, woman,” he uttered.

“Is that what you want?” she asked, feeling his hands slide around her hips and between her thighs. His knuckles grazed her sex before the tips of his fingers slid under the gusset of her panties. He pulled them aside by hooking his fingers against the cotton, and dragging them sideways. “Look at that—so fucking wet, Lucia. See, baby, all you gotta do is lift up a little bit more, and get on top of me. Don’t even have to take your panties off when you’re like this.”

She dragged in a ragged breath.

God.

She could tease him a little more.

Make him wait a little longer.

“Don’t you want that, Lucia?” he rumbled, grinning like he knew he had her caught. “Don’t you wanna get my cock between your thighs, baby? Feel it fill you up, and ride me crazy? Huh?”

Goddamn him.

He was using that voice again.

She would have teased him more.

She just didn’t have self-control.