Fighting for Us - Bella Emy Page 0,49
he called me Luscious Lips.
He leans in closer and wraps his arms around me, sending me into a frenzy. Shit, I want him even more now.
His eyes hood over, and his stare takes my breath away. “Well, isn’t it obvious? You have the most luscious lips I’ve ever seen and, since the other day, the most luscious lips I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.” His voice lowers to the sexiest tone I’ve ever heard, and his mouth is now just inches from mine. “And I want to taste them once more.”
I swallow thickly. “I want you to taste them again too.”
I place my glass on the counter in just enough time. Before I know it, our lips crash together like they did that night.
He tastes so good.
He tastes fucking amazing, and all I want to do is rip his damn clothes off.
As if reading my mind, he kisses my neck and quickly lifts me and sets me on top of the counter, knocking my glass to the floor.
In this moment, I don’t even care about the clatter that it makes. All that matters are his lips against mine.
It wets my jeans before it goes down, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t stop him, and he keeps going.
He continues placing his mouth along the length of my neck as his hands roam frantically along my body.
I don’t stop him. In fact, I welcome him by responding to his every touch.
“Carissa…” he whispers, then drives his tongue into my mouth.
As he moves his lips back to my neck and his hand explores my breasts over my shirt, a soft moan escapes me. “Lorenzo… God, this feels so good.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Holy hell, what? I love the way that sounds.
He places his hands under my ass and stills. He must feel the wet spot from the remnants of the champagne. “Fuck, I’m sorry… I didn’t realize.”
“I don’t care. Please don’t stop,” I beg.
“Are you sure?” He searches my eyes and then reaches for a towel to help dry me off.
I grab his arm, stopping him. “Yes, I don’t care. Hell, take them off me. Please.” I kick off my boots, and they land to the ground in a thud.
His eyes widen, and he thinks only for a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. My pussy is calling out to him as he helps me out of my pants and his hands caress my thighs.
Lorenzo throws my jeans to the side and stares down at my most intimate section: my drenched panties. They’re not drenched from the champagne. They’re drenched because of everything he’s doing to me and making me feel. A small smile pulls at the corners of his lips.
He looks up at me, as if asking if it’s okay to touch, and even though I’m feeling a little self-conscious right now, I nod. “Go ahead. Touch me, Lorenzo.”
He places two fingers over my area, and they circle the wet spot, then he bites down on his bottom lip. “Fuck, Carissa…”
My eyes close when his lips come back to meet mine. While we kiss, he lifts me into his arms and my legs automatically wrap around his waist.
He carries me out of the kitchen, our lips never parting.
He tastes so good.
So fucking good.
Like alcohol and candy.
Like heaven and hell at the same damn time, and I’m not ready to be brought back to Earth.
Fuck. I don’t ever want to come back to Earth.
I snap my eyes open the moment he crashes us onto his bed. Frantically, we remove each other’s clothes—well, the rest of mine. I only have my shirt and panties left.
As he slips my shirt up over my head, he growls, and Lord is it sexy. I can’t wait to hear his growls as he’s pleasing me and mid-orgasm. I help him unhook my bra and let him fling it off. Then he throws it to the side, off the bed.
“My God… Mmmm,” he says, bringing his mouth onto my breasts, taking in an erect nipple.
“Jesus, Lorenzo,” I moan loudly, snapping my head back and hitting the pillow.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so damn sexy,” he says, coming up for air. “So fucking sexy as hell… damn.” He goes back and takes my other nipple into his mouth.
My knees shake. I desperately need my pussy to be rubbed any way possible. He’s killing me right now.
I reach down to grab the corners of his shirt and pull it up over his head. It forces him to let go of my