Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(105)

“Margot?” he said softly. The tenderness I could hear in his voice made my heart jump in my chest. The sunlight burned red through the back of one of his ears and I felt my cheeks crinkle in a smile. The sunlight made him look like he was made of candy. My collarbones went all hot and humid.

I could tell by the way he cocked his head like a puppy that I was not reacting the way he expected. Taking a deep breath, I was suddenly aware that I could smell his cologne. I had four senses saturated with him so far, and my body started crying out for a good, thorough run at sense number five.

You know, one time was forgivable, but this was supposed to be a professional relationship, I scolded myself.

Bridget seems to approve, a voice reminded me.

Yeah but Bridget is a crazy bitch, another voice piped in.

But how much more trouble can I really get in? I am already screwed.

My mind started to race ahead to consequences. What would we do tomorrow? How could this possibly go well?

But I found myself shaking my head, rattling the thoughts of tomorrow aside in favor of only seeing what was in front of me: the beautiful, hard, blue-eyed god sitting on my couch.

Dropping my shoes off one by one, I got up on my knees and kneel-walked closer to him. His lips parted in surprise as I advanced. His gaze tracked over my lace-trimmed pink tank and the small strip of my exposed belly to the hemline of my flirty knit skirt. His nostrils flared slightly as he took one deep breath after another.

“Touch me,” I whispered, not sure if he would. Honestly, I was terrified he would, and terrified he wouldn’t. My heart began to pound loudly in my chest.

He closed his eyes. A small smile curled the edges of his lips. I saw it, and relief flooded me. Relief and a sense of power.

His hand lifted from where it had rested on his knee and it hung in the air for a few moments, like a bird floating on an updraft. I waited, watching him, begging him silently. Shivers rushed over my body as my skin yearned for the warm contact of his skin.

He glanced up at me, his expression thick with desire. I held absolutely as still as I could and watched his hand hover in the air. Was he still considering it?

Suddenly, he slid to kneeling on the couch and was right in front of me. I almost flinched in surprise. He moved so fast, so gracefully. His hand brushed up my thigh, under my skirt and slid over my bare hip. His thumb hooked through the string band of my thin panties. My breath caught in my throat and I looked up into his sky blue eyes, their gaze steady and burning. His breath fell sweetly onto my lips and I could taste his scent, all musky and dense.

Slowly, he dragged my panties over my hips. I was desperate for his kiss, but I held back. I didn’t want to be the initiator. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to own my body, to lavish me with sensations.

I didn’t have to wait long. As his thumbs dragged my panties down and off, he pulled my hips toward his and I felt his beautiful, thick cock, ready and hard against my belly. As soon as his manhood touched me through the fabric of his jeans I gasped, and my open lips were all the invitation he needed. He bent down and covered my mouth with his, finally offering me the sweet, masculine taste of his mouth. I kissed him hungrily, holding my arms out, letting him have whatever he wanted.

His hands flew over my skin, pinching, grabbing, grasping me to him as he tore the tank top over my head. His kisses exploded with urgency and I felt the flood of desire through his body. It was as though I could feel his heart racing through his skin. His body instantly misted over with animal, primal sweat as he pushed me back onto the cushions.

I fell back spread-eagled with him over me, flattening me deliciously beneath his weight. I wanted to feel him everywhere, and I submitted completely as he crawled over me like a beast, kissing my mouth, cheeks, neck, shoulders, and back again in a flurry of bites and licks that took the breath out of my lungs.

Snarls grumbled in his throat and he began to bite me with more urgency. His hands covered my wrists as he wandered frantically, covering as much of my body as he could reach with kisses and love bites. My back arched eagerly, offering him every inch of me, wishing desperately to feel his lips against my tenderest parts.

His hard cock strained against the front of his jeans and I snapped the button open, unzipping and pushing them down, down. In one move I had them down around his ankles, freeing his erection. He gasped and stared at me in happy surprise. I shrugged demurely.

Leaning back, Jackson kneeled in the sunlight and whipped his sweater off. I gaped at his beauty. He looked like he was carved out of marble. Every muscle knit precisely into every other like a perfect anatomy diagram. I could name and count them all, and the list began in my mind. Deltoid, trapezius, pectoralis major… I had never realized how sultry those words really were.