Page 326 of Alessio

That was okay.

Ginevra didn’t need him to move when he was this close—not when all she wanted to do was kiss him, have him … take him for herself. Even if that meant, all too soon, she was going to have to give him to someone else.

So, she did just that.

Corrado was a selfish fuck.

How many times had he said that about himself already?

Too many.

Thing was, it didn’t make it any less true. Because that’s exactly what he was.

Selfish. Greedy. Immoral.

He wasn’t all those things at once, sure. Or, he tried not to be. And yet, when Ginevra’s lips found his in that office doorway, the same way Alessio’s had done a week earlier, he realized he could, in fact, be all those things.

Selfish. And greedy.

So fucking immoral.

Because all he could think in those seconds was how goddamn sinful Ginevra’s kiss felt, and how Alessio’s had bruised beautifully, too. He felt her softness and felt Alessio’s roughness. The memory warred in his mind, dragging him closer to a place he had tried so hard to stay away from. A place that, once there, he wouldn’t be coming back.

He couldn’t stop.

Ginevra seemed all too willing to let him do what he wanted, too, and so he did just that. Each kiss he landed to her lips, her jaw, and throat pushed them back a step. His hands were harsh, and demanding, yanking at her clothes and pulling them from her body as they moved down the hallway.

Those tainted emotions of his …

Those ruining hands of his …

She only asked for more.

He couldn’t get enough.

Corrado didn’t remember when they hit the bedroom, but he’d stripped her of her clothes except for the cotton panties hiding the last bit of her from him. His gaze dragged down her olive-toned skin, taking in collarbones he wanted to bite, and tits that heaved with every breath she took.

Her trembling fingers reached for him, undoing the buttons on his shirt, and working at his slacks as he reached for her. He let her feel the weight of his fingertips driving down her chest before he tweaked her nipples into hard peaks.

“Won’t you fuck me?”

Corrado’s stare snapped up, slamming into hers. “After.”

“After what?”

God.

Who had this woman before him?

Did she not know that the best of sex happened when one knew a body they were touching? Didn’t she know how good it would be when he learned all those spots and the things she needed to make her gasp, or moan, or scream?

“I have to learn,” he murmured.

Ginevra smiled shyly. “What do you have to learn?”

“All of it, Ginny. All of you.”

And he did, after she’d helped him from his clothes, and as her fingers closed around his hard cock to stroke him softly as he learned her body. He used his mouth on her shoulders, at the delicate column of her neck, and along her jaw line. And then his teeth and tongue followed the same path, drinking in every noise that slipped from her lips and the way her fingers would tighten or slow on his length when he found something she liked.