Sweet and Vicious(Margarelli Brothers 1)

Not until it was too late.

“Evie . . . you are so beautiful.”

What I had imagined would be a wild and untamable beast sex session was turning into something else. It was turning into worship. Her beauty had calmed the wildness inside me even as it stoked the flames. I touched and tasted her at will, deliberately increasing her desire as well as my own. I never stopped kissing her. Her lips. Her throat. Her delicate ears.

I tugged her lacy white bra down and groaned as the sweetly rounded globes were exposed. Each perfect peach was topped with a hard pink nipple. I dipped my head down and ran my tongue over them, one by one, before sucking a pointed nub into my mouth and flicking my tongue against it. I took my time, touching and teasing her. Not because I wasn’t in a rush. I was. But I couldn’t stop. The pleasure of just looking at her, having her in my arms, was fucking epic.

And I knew that this time, this time, I didn’t have to stop.

Chapter 34

Evangeline

“Evie . . .”

I stared up at the man who was turning my bones to jelly. I’d thought I had felt the full seductive power of the darkly handsome man above me. But I hadn’t.

His dark eyes were hungry and wild, almost as if he had only the barest sliver of control. The touch of madness I saw there frightened me even as my own reckless, foolish desire reached up to meet it.

I gasped as his fingers slid away from my breasts and down over my belly. He was still licking and sucking my breasts as if he didn’t want to stop. As if he never wanted to stop.

And then his fingers slid over my lace-trimmed panties. I whimpered at the feeling of his hand, so commanding, touching me in my most intimate and sensitive place.

I let out a high-pitched keening sound. At first, I didn’t even know it was me. I was that mindless. That eager for him.

He seemed to sense it, too.

Antonio shifted above me and knelt between my knees. I watched as he pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned the top of his pants. My mouth got dry at the sight of his hands at his waistband. His stomach was a golden olive tone, lightly furred, flat, and strong, yet so touchable it made my fingers move unconsciously toward him.

But he was too fast for me to touch him or unbutton those perfectly cut wool pants. He wasn’t concerned with his own clothing. He was after mine.

My panties and garter belt, to be exact.

I whimpered again as he unsnapped my garters and gripped the edges of my panties, slowly pulling them down my trembling thighs.

Just like that, I was bare to him. Completely naked and exposed. And he couldn’t tear his eyes away from me.

If I had felt hot there before, I was blazing now. My juncture felt like it had a fever. But it didn’t feel bad. It felt good.

He pulled my panties over each foot, touching me gently but firmly. In another ten seconds, the only clothing I had on was my bra, folded down to nearly my waist. He tugged my thigh-high stockings down and off. He gave me a quick, heated look before slowly spreading my thighs apart.

His attention was focused, extremely focused, between my open legs.

Oh. My. Lord.

I stared as he leaned forward, gripped my thighs, and dove in. The first touch of his tongue was delicate, almost teasing, but then he kissed me fully. Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of Antonio’s lips and tongue, and he made a meal of me. It was as if he were a starving man and I was a feast.

From the sounds of pleasure he was making, a very tasty feast.

“Delicious,” he murmured as if to confirm it.

It was too much for me. Too fast. Too intimate. I tried to scoot away, but he held me fast. I pushed at his shoulders.

“Antonio!”

He lifted his head and stared at me as if he were in a daze.

“Please. Don’t make me stop.”

I swallowed nervously. He looked like he was in a stupor. He kept his eyes on mine as he lowered his head and slowly, languorously swirled the tip of his tongue over my outer pussy lips.

“Oh . . .”

How could anything feel this good? This decadent?

“I need to do this. Let me.”

He hadn’t stopped tonguing me, but he used a lighter touch. I nodded, not wanting him to stop. I could think a little now . . . now that he’d slowed down.

“All right.”

“Lie back and relax. Close your eyes.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, giving me the hunky man version of puppy dog eyes. “It will make everything else easier.”

“Oh. Okay,” I whispered, feeling inexperienced and stupid. But also treasured. Antonio was making it obvious how much he valued me.