Thirst (The Calvettis of New York 1) - Page 75

I want it too. I want to thrust into her so furiously that she’ll feel me for days.

Her chest heaves with quick, labored breaths.

I felt it before when she was wrapped around me this morning. She’s close; so close.

“Come.” I arch my back away from her so I can watch.

I want this imprinted on my mind forever. I want to remember what she looks like when her desire engulfs her and nothing exists but the wave of pleasure she’s riding.

Her pretty pink lips part. The sound that rolls off her tongue is like my drug. I drill into her taking her over the edge until I feel the velvet grip of her cunt as she pulses around me.

***

I tie off the condom and toss it in the wastebasket in the bathroom.

My reflection in the mirror says it all.

My face is flushed, my hair a tangled mess from her needy hands and my bottom lip swollen from the bite of her teeth.

I don’t recognize myself.

The man staring back at me is a stranger.

His blue eyes have a life in them that I’ve never seen.

I look down, unsure if I can handle this. If I can handle the rush of emotions that hits me like a tsunami every time I see her.

“Rocco?”

Her breathy voice flows over me like warm honey. It coats my soul.

“I’m in here,” I call back. “I’ll be right out.”

“Or I can come right in.” She marches in, pushing her hair back from her face.

Her cheeks are red; her lips more swollen than mine.

Her hair is a tousled halo around her angelic face.

“Can we take a bath?” She drops her hands to cover the mound that I want to drop to my knees to feast on.

Tasting a woman has always been my pleasure, but Dexie is addictive. I want more.

“Of course,” I say, brushing a strand of her pink hair away from her face.

“Do you have bubbles?”

“Bubbles?” I huff out a laugh.

Her head tilts to the right. “Bubble bath, Rocco. Do you have any?”

I ‘ve never sat my ass in the tub. I’m a shower guy. “I can’t say that I do. I can go down to the bodega and grab a bottle.”

“I have the best lavender bubble bath at my place.” She smiles. “Samples are one of the perks of working at Matiz. I’ll run and get it.”

I eye her up. “There’s no way in hell you’re going over there looking like that.”

She spins in place, slowing to shake her luscious bare ass at me. “This is New York City. No one will notice that I’m nude.”

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