Me because of more than one reason.
“I’m sorry.” She paused. “Well, actually, I’m not sorry at all. I’m not. I’m sorry I’m not sorry.”
I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her again.
This time, deeper.
When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed, and she was staring at me in shock.
“Get off me,” she whispered. “Please.”
I moved until her hands were in one of mine above her head, and then moved my mouth down along her jaw. “Do you really want me to?”
There was a long, drawn out pause and then, “No.”
CHAPTER 11
Vagitarian.
-T-shirt
MAVIS
I wasn’t sure what the hell was happening.
I’d kept a huge, massive secret from him since Vlad had been born.
I’d finally let it out…and he was kissing me.
Kissing. Me.
In all my wildest dreams, when I told him about what I’d done—something that was downright diabolical—I’d never expected this particular reaction.
I’d thought that he would yell.
I thought that he might very well kick me out of his life and never let me back into it.
Hell, in a few scenarios, he took me to court.
But not a single one led to this.
Him pressing against me, holding me down, and running those perfect lips of his along my jaw.
His tongue snaked out and ran along the length of my jaw, and I shivered slightly, my breath coming out in short, sharp pants.
And it wasn’t due to the fact that his big body was practically on top of mine.
Even though his knees were on either side of my hips, and his body was curled over mine, there wasn’t a single part of him that was cutting off my air flow.
He was very careful about keeping off of me.
He was also very careful about what he was allowing me to do.
In all honesty, there wasn’t a single part of me that I could move besides wiggling my fingers and toes.
He practically had me trussed up like a turkey ready to be stuffed.
Stuffed.
My God.
I’d been thinking about Alessio Murphy Romano for so long.
So long, in fact, that now that I had him where I wanted him—on top of me, holding me down with his body weight—I wasn’t sure that this was real.
I wiggled my hands, trying to get free, but he only tightened his grip on my wrists.
I tried harder, causing him to hiss out a breath. “Stay still.”
“Or what?” I asked, unable to stop myself from answering his challenge.
He leaned backward until his eyes could catch mine.
“Or I’ll make you,” he answered once he knew he had my full attention.
I scoffed. “You wouldn’t do a damn thing, and you know it.”
He tightened his hold until I couldn’t even separate my thighs, then started to laugh at the look on my face.
“You don’t think I will?” he asked, moving down until he could place his mouth against my collar bone. He gave it a sharp nip before saying, “Would anyone blame me?”
I gasped, my nipples pebbling at the feel of him holding me trussed up, at his mercy.
“I don’t think anyone would, no,” I admitted. “I’m bad.”
He sucked the skin covering my collar bone, causing my hips to lift.
Only, they didn’t get far, because again, he was trapping me on the bed with his big body.
God, I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to run my mouth along his strong jaw.
I wanted to run my fingers through his hair.
I wanted to push my pussy against his…
“Focus,” he ordered.
I blinked, surprised to find him staring down at me with laughter in his eyes.
I cleared my throat.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, nor how I was supposed to act.
What I did know was that I wanted him.
I wanted him to have his way with me, and I wanted him to do it now.
“I’m focused,” I lied.
His eyes smiled even though his lips did not.
Then, he gave me exactly what I’d wanted earlier.
He allowed me to have my hands back.
My fingers hit his skin so fast that he chuckled.
One hand went up into his hair while the other went down to the muscles at the back of his neck.
God. His hair was a whole lot softer than I’d thought it would be.
I don’t know why I expected it to be coarse.
But it was soft, like silk, and I never wanted to take my hands out of the beautiful locks.
My fingers feeling up the muscles on his shoulder stilled when his muscles all of a sudden bunched, and then he was up and off me, making me cry out in frustration.
I glared at him. “Where are you going?”
He got off the bed completely, and then my mouth went dry at the look of desire on his face.
He bent down and stripped his socks from his body, tossing them onto the floor next to his feet.
Then his shirt was next, taking a similar path as his socks.
My mouth went dry at the look of his wide chest.