“Well maybe that’s because I’m thinking about the wedding night and your expectations.”
“Who said I have expectations?” he counters.
I glare back at him. “Every guy has expectations on his wedding night.”
“Is that why you freaked out when I mentioned staying here tonight?” He hooks his thumb over his shoulder toward the Moretti estate. “Bianca, I have zero expectations for tonight. Zero. I tried to make that clear by that kiss during the ceremony. Pretty sure I linger longer on my grandma’s cheek than I did yours tonight.”
My nose scrunches. “Ew.”
He laughs. “My point exactly.”
Wait….
“Do you not want to have sex with me?” I ask as the pieces finally click into place.
“What? No, that’s not what I was––”
“That’s what it is, isn’t it?” I argue. “Why you haven’t made a move or demanded I suck your cock yet. I thought you were being polite or respectful or some shit, but that’s not it at all, is it? It’s because you don’t want me––”
“Bianca, you’re talking like a crazy person right now––”
“Excuse me?” I screech, my chest heaving.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m just saying––”
“That I’m a crazy person,” I finish for him.
His entire body vibrates with frustration as he roughly runs his fingers through his hair. “That’s not what I meant,” he repeats.
“Then what did you mean?”
“That I have no expectations.”
“But you said kissing me was like kissing your grandma––”
“I never said––”
“Yes you did!”
“You’re so damn infuriating!” he shouts. “Stop twisting my words!”
“I’m not twisting anything. You said––”
His mouth slams against mine as we duel with our tongues instead of our words, each of us trying to gain the upper hand in a battle of wills. And lust. And emotions. And so many other frustrating things that I bite his lower lip for good measure. He flinches away from me before tangling his fingers into my hair and tugging on the roots until the bite of pain spreads along my scalp.
Which is exactly what I need.
A soft moan slips out of me before I lick at the bite mark with the tip of my tongue, then suck it into my mouth. I’m still dizzy from his kiss when I feel his left hand slip down to the small of my back before carefully guiding me to the ground while keeping our tongues tied together in their punishing dance.
When he pulls away a second later, I gasp and take in how sexy he looks hovering over me. This can’t be happening. I can’t honestly be turned on right now. I’m not sure I even knew what it was like to be turned on before this moment. I thought my past was too jaded, too fake to ever feel something as raw and real as lust. But holy shit, I’m feeling it now. The question is, why the hell did he stop?
“You want to know what I think about you?” he growls against my throat before forcing the hem of my dress to my waist.
Yes. Yes, I do, I want to say, but I keep my mouth shut. I’m not in the right frame of mind to verbally battle it out with the man on top of me. I can’t even focus on the twinkling lights that are strewn above my head. I can just feel. And it’s on a level I didn’t think possible. The cool night air kisses my inner thighs as I let them fall open, reminding me of our precarious position that I’m willingly signing up for.
“I think you’re frustrating,” he growls. “And stubborn. And that you might know how fucking sexy you are, yet you’re still insecure whenever I’m in the room.” He sucks the sensitive skin along the column of my throat before digging his teeth into it until I’m squirming beneath his massive frame. “Why is that, Bianca? Have I managed to get under your skin the same way you’ve slipped beneath mine?”
Weaving my fingers into his hair, I hold him in place against me, craving his touch more than I’ve ever craved anything in my entire life.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I demand.
“Then answer the question.”
My chest heaves as I push him onto his back and climb down his long torso before fumbling with his belt buckle. “You think I’m the frustrating one? Let’s see how quickly I can make you come in my mouth, shall we?” I palm his thick cock through his black boxers before pulling it out. A drop of precum clings to the head before I bend down and lick it