Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,20

moment.”

“God, you can’t say that kind of stuff to me.”

My heart hiccupped. “Why?” I whispered, now looking into his eyes, ones that seemed like inky pools because of the shadows around us.

“Because I’ll come before I get to feel you, Pyper. I’ll get off before I can be inside you.” He leaned in and kissed me more, longer and harder than before, frantic and like he was suffocating and I was his oxygen.

When he broke away, I was the one gasping for air yet still clutching him to me, afraid to let him go. Before I knew what he was doing, Gio was now the one on his back with me straddling him. I had my hands placed flat on his pectoral muscles to steady myself, and I felt how rapid his heart was racing.

“I want you to be in control. I want you to set the pace.” He slid his hand up my arm, and goose bumps popped out along my skin. “I want you to know you are the one making the rules.”

I found myself looking down his body, at how his muscles were so pronounced even with the shadows kissing him. I continued moving my gaze down his rippling six-pack, over the slight indentation of his navel, and followed the dark trail of hair that started right below his belly button and led right to the monster between his legs. I swallowed as I looked down at it, the massive, hard length between us, so close to where I wanted him the most.

He was that hard because of me.

God, I was so wet, embarrassingly so, and a moment of panic that he could feel that slickness on his skin had my face reddening.

I saw the way his throat worked when he swallowed, wondered what he was thinking about, if he liked seeing me on top of him. I knew I’d never felt anything as erotic as this moment.

Gio moved his hands to my waist, gently dug his fingers into my waist, and a little sound of need left me. He rose up, the muscles in his chest contracting and relaxing from the movement. And then he had his mouth on mine, a hand cradling the back of my head, and his tongue spearing between my lips. He took my mouth with a force of pleasure I’d never felt before. The groan that spilled from him was loud, and I greedily swallowed it. With my thighs framing his muscular legs, and the part that ached for him the most poised right against the hardness of his dick, I anticipated what would happen next.

I was hungry and thirsty for it. I was starved.

I shifted on top of him and gasped as the movement caused Gio’s cock to rub against the very center of me. He was hot and hard, velvet over steel.

“Pyper,” he groaned against my mouth. “Fuck.” He dragged his lips across my jaw and licked and nipped at me along the way. My skin felt tight, ultrasensitive. I let my head fall back as he moved his mouth along the line of my jaw, down my throat, and started sucking at the hollow.

I moved my palms over his pecs and gripped his broad shoulders, curling my nails into his flesh. A hiss escaped him from the contact.

I pulled back to look in his face. “Gio,” I whispered, scared and flustered, worried all of a sudden despite wanting to do this more than anything else. “Are we doing the right thing?” I knew this was right. Nothing had ever felt like this before, so good and perfect, as if that last puzzle piece you thought you’d lost appeared and you felt pride as you finally completed it.

He didn’t speak for a moment, just stared into my eyes, one hand still cupping the back of my head, the other on my waist. I felt his fingers making small circles around my flesh, and a shiver raced up my spine.

“Do you want to stop?” There was no malice or disappointment on his face or in his voice. “We don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.” Still, his touch was gentle, loving.

I shook my head slowly, and I saw a flash of something move across his face. As if I were rejecting him. I quickly said, “No, I don’t want to stop. Being with you is all I’ve ever wanted, Gio.” The relief on his face was instant.

He leaned in again and kissed me softly, and I closed