I Thee Take (To Have And To Hold Duet #2) - Natasha Knight Page 0,30
the water from me.
“Do you remember the first day?” he asks. “When I brought you in here?”
I nod, trying to keep up when it often seems like he has half the conversation in his own head.
“You made me remember the Crème Caramel. My mother’s. It was your eyes. They’re the color of burnt sugar.” He smiles but it’s gone in a second. “You made me remember, Scarlett. That’s never happened before.”
“You have no memory of anything at all?”
He shakes his head. “I know every detail from the day I woke up from the coma to now. And that night. The night of the murders. That I can’t forget. Can’t stop seeing.”
“Have you talked to a doctor or something?”
He gives a sad little laugh. It’s more of an exhale. “No. No one can know. Well, apart from my uncle. And I think Lenore suspects.”
“What about your brother?”
He shakes his head. “No. And he won’t know. I can’t let him down again.”
“Let him down again?”
“He had to deal with it alone. I was in a fucking coma. May as well have been dead for all the good I did him.”
“Cristiano, I don’t think he’d—”
“He can’t know, Scarlett. Ever.”
I study him, but I don’t argue this. Not now. “Maybe it’s your brain trying to protect you or something. Maybe you should talk to someone. A professional.”
“No. Drop it.”
“But what if they can help? Maybe—”
“Drop it.” He opens the towel to look me over and I know what he wants. I see it in the way his eyes have darkened. Feel it in the hardness that presses against my belly.
I lick my lips, open my mouth to say something but he leans down to kiss my lips, the curve of my neck, the shell of my ear.
One hand slips down my back over the curve of my hip to cup my ass. His kiss deepens and he slides his hand over. A moment later, I’m on tiptoe, my eyes wide open.
He looks at me but doesn’t move his hand. His fingers.
“I want this,” he says, watching me as his fingers play with my back hole.
“Cristiano.”
“Turn around,” he whispers.
“I—”
He turns me, not giving me a chance to comply. Sliding his hand up between my shoulder blades, he bends me over the bed.
“I haven’t looked at you like I want,” he says, crouching behind me.
“Cristiano,” I start, moving to straighten.
He stretches a hand between my shoulder blades. “Stay.”
“I—”
But he lays the tip of his tongue on my sex and I gasp.
And stay.
With his hands on my thighs, he spreads my legs wider then sets them on my cheeks to splay me open. Dipping his head, he reaches his tongue to my clit before licking the length of my pussy up to my other hole, then back.
Embarrassed, I begin to pull away.
“I said stay,” he repeats, low and commanding.
Again, I stay.
“You’re very responsive. Always wet for me.” His tongue teases me, dips inside me then circles my other hole again. “But this right here,” he starts, straightening to stand and keeping one hand on my ass while opening the nightstand drawer with the other. “This I haven’t had a chance to make mine yet.”
I swallow, liking his dark eyes on me, liking how big he is, how much bigger than me. How much in control of me he is like this.
He gives me a lop-sided grin and opens the tube of what I guess is lotion or lubricant. I hear the pop then feel the cool sensation of it as he squeezes it onto my lower back.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you mine. Every part of you.”
“Cristiano, I don’t think—”
“Down.” His hand splays between my shoulder blades. “I’ve taken your pussy. I’ve taken your mouth. But I haven’t taken your ass yet and I want to, Scarlett.”
I shift my gaze to his cock and panic has me trying to straighten again. “You can’t put that in there.”
“Why not?”
“Because…I…well, because…” I don’t know. “It won’t fit,” I blurt.
He laughs outright at that. “You’re good for me, you know that? You make me laugh.”
“I don’t think it’s a laughing matter. I really—”
But he leans down over me to kiss the corner of my mouth, swallowing the rest of my words. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he says, and, eyes on me, smears the lotion around and then into me.
I gasp, every muscle tightening.
“Relax,” he says.
I try. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just I’ve never had anything in there.