The Rocchetti Queen - Bree Porter Page 0,40

his lips on mine, his hands on my skin, how it would feel when he entered me—

Sophia!

I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my brain of all dirty thoughts. “I’m probably going to go to sleep.”

“You don’t want to stay up with me?” he asked.

“What are you going to do?”

The low dip to his smile told me all I needed to know.

I felt warmth rise up my neck. “Not for long...”

I snuggled up in bed while Alessandro got ready. I leaned on my elbow, watching him strip to his boxer briefs. The strong outline of his muscles, the cuts and creases to his olive skin, made me flush to my roots.

Alessandro eyed me. “Are you watching me, Sophia?”

I had been caught. “No. Just thinking.”

His eyes gleamed at the lie. “What are you thinking about?”

You, me, naked. “Nothing interesting. My mind is a place of vapid thoughts regarding nothing but the latest fashion trends and nasty gossip about my friends.”

“I am not on your mind?”

“Are you a pair of Louboutin heels? It not, then no.”

Alessandro prowled to the end of the bed. He grabbed my foot under the blanket, quick as a viper.

I squeaked, laughing, and tried to wriggle him off. His grip did not loosen. Trapped, I tried, “What if you were on my mind?”

“I would want to know what I was doing.” His eyes trailed up the length of my leg, starting from my ankle in his grip to the spot in between my thighs. A steady throb had begun to grow there, only becoming more undeniable under his hungry regard.

Even through the blanket, Alessandro could tell. He slowly smiled, the look so ravenous, so feral, that my toes curled.

“Paying taxes.” It was the first thing that came to my mind and the least sexy thing I could think of.

My answer surprised him because his grip loosened. “Paying taxes?” he chuckled. “Anything else?”

If I detailed all the dirty thoughts I had had, Alessandro might feel scandalized. I shrugged, smiling to myself, “No. That was all.”

“Are you lying again, my love?” His expression darkened again, directly making my core tighten. He clicked his tongue. “I thought we agreed not to do that anymore.”

“We should make room for exceptions,” I breathed.

Alessandro snatched my other ankle beneath the blanket, now pinning both of them down. He didn’t need to. I wasn’t going anywhere.

Why he wanted control over my legs became clear when he began to slowly spread them apart, the blanket stretching. Despite still being protected by a layer of fabric, my pussy felt exposed, achy.

Soaked.

Alessandro yanked himself onto the bed, sliding in between my knees, stopping them from snapping back together. He loomed over me, half-naked, covered in scars and tattoos.

“Are you still tired, my love?”

I shook my head.

“That’s handy.” Alessandro pressed a hand down on either side of my head, poising himself above him. His scent, his warmth, was so overwhelming, so consuming. He wrapped a finger around a strand of air, pulling. “I plan to keep you awake for a very long time.”

“Okay,” was all I said—like an idiot.

He leaned down to my lips, breaths mingling. His eyes were so deep, so dark, he looked almost possessed. Something in my expression made him pause. “We can wait until tomorrow. Until you’re ready.”

I was ready now.

I wrapped a hand around the back of his head, pulling him down. We met in a collision of lips and teeth and tongues. I could taste a hint of tangy tomato sauce from dinner.

Alessandro leaned further into me, our bodies still separated by the blanket. I felt his chest press against mine, his hips against mine, his pelvis between my legs.

I only grew hotter at the feel of him. All that coiled up strength, reined back only for me. Only ever for me.

We built up a slow rocking movement, our bodies rubbing against each other, searching for the release they sought.

Alessandro got frustrated quickly with the blanket, tearing it to the side. I kicked it off my legs, laughing as he broke away to throw it off the side of the bed.

Cold air hit me, but within seconds Alessandro was back against me, flesh against flesh. One of his hands roamed my now exposed skin, from my thighs to my arms, like he was checking it was all there. When he met my nightgown, he broke away, breathing hard.

“Alessandro.” I tightened my grip on his hair, trying to pull him back down to my lips.

“Ah, ah, my love.” Alessandro leaned back on his heels, catching