Breathe You - C.R. Jane Page 0,17

bit fierce looking as well right now.

“A place to fuck you,” I mutter, cringing even as the words come out of my mouth.

I mean make love.

Obviously.

Everything with Valentina would be making love.

Even if it’s hard. And rough. Against a wall.

Fuck.

She giggles behind me, obviously having heard me. And I grin at the fact that she wasn’t turned off by my coarse language.

I’ve never felt like this. Not even that first time with her. This desperation to connect with her, to be with her.

“I think the Italians might frown upon public displays of nudity,” she says a bit breathlessly.

“Have you seen us? We’re fucking hot. They would think it’s a gift,” I joke, even though now that I’m thinking about it, the idea of anyone but me seeing her naked makes me feel a bit crazy inside. Like hulk out crazy.

Except I guess for Carter and Logan, I admit grudgingly.

“We’re just a few blocks away from the hotel, right?” I ask desperately.

She giggles again, and if anything, my hunger grows even more just from hearing the sound.

“Yes, we’re almost there. Especially at this pace.”

I turn and look at her with a wide grin. “Should we race? First one there gets a blowjob?”

There’s a weird look in her eye, and for a second, I’m worried that she’s offended. I’m obviously joking about the blowjob.

Kind of.

Then suddenly, she’s off, blowing past me as she sprints towards the hotel. She’s fast. Those long-ass legs are a sight to see. The glowing tan she got in Spain just betters the view of her from behind.

But I’m right on top of her, touching and grabbing skin wherever I can. Her giggles spur me on. We’re minutes from the hotel. I grab her right before we get to the entrance, spinning her around so we’re eye to eye. There is usually grief hidden within her gaze most of the time since we’ve reunited, but not now.

In this moment, there’s only need, and that’s something I know how to work with.

Our breath, heightened by the run, meets between us, until it stops altogether when I crash my mouth against hers. There’s no thought, no chance to stop, and no way I’ll let her change her mind. I lick into her mouth as if she’s better than anything I’ve tasted before, and it’s the truth. I’m drunk on Valentina, consumed by everything about her. The sweet hint of vanilla, strawberries, and sex suck me in.

It’s so fucking good.

I want to savor every bite until I can have it all—all of her.

My arms hold her prisoner against the outside wall of the hotel. It’s mercifully quiet right now, thank fucking heavens. Because there’s no hiding my reaction to her when we’re this close, and I’m not ashamed of it. She grinds against me unashamedly.

“Keep it up, Princess, and this will be over before it starts,” I warn her, licking her earlobe. She turns her head so that our lips brush together.

“We wouldn’t want that.”

Her breath floats into my mouth when she talks, and I take in everything. Fuuuck, I’m so done—lost to her in every way. She sighs and rotates in my arms until we’re pressed chest to chest, hip-to-hip. I move even closer, eliminating the slightest notion of separation. There’s not much more to ask for in life after her arms reach up and close around my neck. Michelangelo could fucking come back from the dead and be standing behind me, and I wouldn’t know it.

My only thought is getting her in bed, or against the wall, or anywhere I have the chance to get in her.

She’s staring at my mouth with heavy lids. When her tongue makes an appearance, tracing along the line of her bottom lip, I lose all sense of time and ready myself to dive into her.

Fuck. I roll my hard dick into her stomach. She feels so good. I hear the twitter of laughter close by just then, and it brings me back to the fact that I’m grinding against the love of my existence against the wall of the very public hotel.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It’s time to go inside. “Let’s recreate this piece of heaven inside, Princess,” I tell her, speaking against her throat, even as I continue to brush kisses against the softest fucking skin I’ve ever felt.

She throws her head back and laughs. “That’s your worst pick-up line yet.”

My fingers sink into her hair, gripping to hold her in place as I scrape my teeth up her neck. “Is it working?”

“Yes. But