Married to the Bad Boy(39)
“We’ll think of something. I can stay at Tommy’s bar overnight.”
He takes my face in his hands and I don’t think I’ve ever looked into someone’s eyes like this. It’s as if he’s stripping me down.
“This isn’t going to change me, understand? Don’t ask me any more favors. I fuck who I want.”
I swallow hard and give him a nod. “You’re a great lay, and all, but that doesn’t mean I’m attached to you. This is just business. We should keep it that way.”
The smirk, his eyes, his thumbs slightly caressing my skin—it’s hard to think with all three at the same time.
“We’ll see.”
“I’m not exactly eager to jump into bed with another connected guy, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m nothing like your piece of shit ex,” he says in a heated voice, eyes flashing. “As long as you understand that what we have isn’t ever going to become anything, we’ll be fine.”
Good.
“It’ll just be fun.”
A pleasant growl rumbles in his throat.
“Hold on—we only just met—doesn’t it take a while for those tests to find out if you’re pregnant?”
Oh shit.
“Yeah, but I don’t have a week.”
He smiles against my neck and it sends electricity through my skin. “You can stay at my place.”
“What—what if he shows up?”
“He won’t.”
Emotion floods my chest as I turn in his arms, cupping his rough face. “Tony, thank you.” I lean into his broad chest as he hands slip under the hem of my shirt, stroking my skin. Kissing him is so much stronger than the alcohol running through my veins. I feel myself unfolding, losing myself in his smell and the taste of his mouth.
I shouldn’t touch him.
He pulls back, his lips swollen. “We need to talk more about it, but right now—all I can think about is fucking you.”
* * *
The door closes and the shaking reverberates throughout the entire apartment. For a moment I think about how that sound terrifies me, and Tony’s huge bulk looms over me like a shadow. He just smiles at me in the darkness, knowing that I’ll eventually go to him. That my heart already pounds in anticipation of his touch.
We’re not supposed to have sex.
It keeps repeating in my head like a feeble whisper.
What is it about him? I know he’s no good. He’s cut from the same cloth as Rafael. He’s a man whore, for god’s sake, and yet I still find myself drawn toward him beyond all sense or logic. How can I ignore a guy whose body looks like Brad Pitt’s in Troy?
I step into his chest, swallowing down my dread that I’ve signed myself a deal with the devil. He seems to notice my mood. A slick grin spreads across his face and he smoothes the hair on my shoulders, tucking a few strands behind my ear.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Cold feet?”
His hand feels incredibly cool against my cheek, or maybe it’s because I’m burning up. “No, it’s just—I don’t know how to act around you.”
You make me nervous.
“You’re paying me for my time, that’s all. Fucking me is not part of the payment, understand? I want you to want me.”
His thumb brushes under my bottom lip as his smooth voice caresses my ears, and my palm spreads over his broad chest. “I do want you.”
“I know.”
“I just don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“This whole thing isn’t a good idea.”
“I know, but—”
His mouth descends over mine finally, cutting off my protests, and I weaken in his arms as though his kiss somehow drains me of all energy. Then he bends, reaching under my knees so that I fly into the air—into his arms like a ragdoll. My arms link around his neck, but he pushes me higher so that my legs straddle his head. I squeal and clutch him as he backs me against the wall.
“I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”
How can I resist that?
Last time, I tell myself. It’ll be the last time I have sex with him.
His gritty voice makes my blood pound in my ears, and then his fingers burrow under my jeans and cool air stings my skin as he pulls them down. A thrill runs through me as he reaches under my shirt, finding the hem of my thong.
It seems ridiculous, but my stomach flips at the thought of him eating me out. Rafael never would have done it—he thought that it was emasculating.
Tony kisses my inner thigh and I curl my fingers in his hair. “I’m going to lick your pussy, and you’re going to love it.”
The last thread of resistance breaks as soon as his dark head bends over, his hot mouth breathing over my wet folds, and then the slightest touch of his lips against my clit sends a lightning bolt through me. I arch my back as his tongue reaches back and licks.