Riding Dirty: Luciotti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) - Kara Hart Page 0,34

times the size of mine.

“Seriously, I'm impressed.” I found myself saying. Keep it together, Dahlia. Your daughter is in the other room.

“Wait until you try the cheese, darlin’,” he said with a fake southern accent.

“Really? Darlin’? I think that's about all the cheese I need for today, thank you very much.” I laughed, but he already dipped his finger into it and held it in the air for me.

“Ew! I'm not going to lick that off your finger. Are you crazy?” I backed away from the guy, pushing his hand away from my face.

“It was worth a try,” he muttered, licking the creamy cheese off his fingers. “Here's a spoon. For the Queen.” I frowned as he scooped a little into a spoon for me to try.

I took a bite and of course I loved it. The man was good with his hands. I couldn't argue with that.

It’s not long before he’s compiling the lasagna right before my very eyes, like some pro chef. He popped it into the oven and clapped his hands loudly. “Damn, I’m hungry.”

“So,” I began, “is this how you woo all the ladies? You cook delicious meals for them and hope they swoon?”

He laughed loudly, the kind of laugh that resonated through to my bones. It was a laugh of strength and confidence. “Is it working?” he asked, dropping the spoon on the floor.

“Shit. Sorry, I'll get that,” he said, falling to his knees. He grabbed the spoon that was next to my feet and looked up at me.

“How's the view?” I asked, putting my hand on my hip.

“I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now.” He smirked. All of a sudden, the kitchen got very quiet. In the other room was Jen, watching cartoons and keeping to herself.

He placed his hand on my thigh and pushed himself up from the ground. And there he was again, right up against me, that massive tower of muscle and brawn. “I forgot tell you how cute you look today,” he whispered.

I gulped. My heart pounded against my chest as he gazed into my eyes. His pupils darted back and forth, ultimately deciding which part of my body he wanted more. Take it all. I wanted to whisper. Whatever you want. It's yours. But I couldn't speak. I just stood still.

“I've been thinking about you all week. When I went to visit my family, I couldn't get you out of my head.” His hand moved to my neck. The way he touched me was unlike any other man. He was sweet, yet protective. He was the kind of man women dreamed about, but didn't really think existed.

“Maybe you're going insane. Maybe you’re schizophrenic,” I smiled.

“I probably am. But before I get sent away to the looney bin, I need to taste every bit of you.”

“Every bit?” I found myself leaning against the kitchen sink. As I leaned back, he pushed forward against me.

“Every. Last. Drop.” He moaned. I found myself quivering and closing my eyes, anticipating him.

He pressed his lips against mine and suddenly it was like our tongues were warring against each other. His right hand cupped my ass, moving underneath me. He pushed upward against my clit and if it weren't for my jeans, he would have been massaging against my pussy, feeling every last drop against his fingers.

He flipped me around so that he was against the sink and I was against him. My thigh was wrapped around his waist and I could just feel his rock hard cock throbbing underneath his dress pants. “We can't do this,” I whispered, sliding my tongue from his mouth.

“You going to put up a fight?” He moaned, pressing his knee between mine. I slowly rubbed against it, closing my eyes while breathing heavily. Fuck! Why did he have to be so hot?

“Maybe I will. If I have to, I will.” I whispered, making sure Jen couldn't hear hear us.

“Good. I like a woman who takes control,” he said, kissing my neck. Waves of pleasure shot throughout my body. I was so powerless now. I couldn't just let him get away with this. Oh, who was I kidding? I wanted this.

“Fuck.” I moaned as he cupped my breasts in his massive hands.

“I wanted that pasta,” he said. “But I think I'm going to have you for dinner instead.” He dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my jeans. Slowly but surely, the zipper came undone. I looked down to find him unzipping his own pants. In his hand