Smoke (The Carelli Family Saga #1) - Eden Butler Page 0,4

Not yet.”

“I…hmm…I should go.” I curled against him, moving my fingers into his hair as he pulled my nipple between his lips. “Mierda…” There were warning shouts firing in my head. But Smoke Carelli was kissing me, again… touching me, again… and it felt good. It felt so damn good.

“You taste so sweet, bellissima…”

“We…shouldn’t do this…” I tried, but didn’t push him away, not when the suction on my breast tightened or when Smoke came to his knees to run his hands down the back of my thighs and to pull my jeans off completely.

“No,” he said, a laugh muddling the agreement. “You’re right.” He kissed me then, tugging my head up with his fingers moving at the back of my hair. “I shouldn’t be doing any of this, should I?” His kiss was deep, all teeth and tongue, leaving me breathless and punch drunk. “Or this?” Then Smoke moved me, tangling my legs around his hips, turning us. I went flat against the mattress and he settled my leg against his chest.

“What…are you…”

“Since you won’t let me sleep and you think you’re going to run out on me in the middle of the night,” he started, pushing on my free leg, stroking a finger along the inside of my thigh, “then I’m going to have to find something else to occupy my time.”

When he wanted something—anything—the man wasn’t above fighting dirty. Right then, Smoke was the dirtiest. He moved his hand up, that wide thumb brushing against my pussy, his smile freezing as he slipped his finger inside me.

“Still wet?” The rasp in his voice sounded a little desperate now.

I swallowed, still torn about telling him my plan. I could only nod, my attention frozen on his face.

His gaze slipped lower as he watched his fingers moving inside me. “This, this is a good way to occupy my time.”

“It…is…” My breath grew ragged, uneven and that weak fight inside my head tittered closer to the side that told me to forget any fight, any lingering notion that this thing between was leading nowhere, and to just enjoy myself.

But doing that, forgetting what would happen tomorrow, next week, or next year would do me no favors. It wouldn’t get me any further than where I’d been when I found myself stranded in this tiny town. “Smoke…we can’t…we have to stop this.”

He paused, his gaze moving to my face for half a second before he laughed. Smoke leaned over me, still touching me, watching my face closely even as he smiled.

“I’m serious…” I tried, but my words came out in a breathless, needy whimper when he pushed two fingers inside me.

“You don’t sound serious.”

“I…” Am, I told myself. That’s what I meant to say. I. Am. But Smoke slipped his fingers away from me, then slid his body over me and just like that, I forgot what I was supposed to be serious about.

Tomorrow, I told myself, holding onto those soft, lush sheets as Smoke moved his mouth on me, his tongue inside me, my legs over his shoulders.

Tomorrow I’ll be stronger. Tomorrow I’ll tell him we have to stop this.

2

Smoke

I loved to watch the woman walk.

Maggie had a swing to her hips, a little swagger I haven’t ever seen from anybody else. Every night since she took the last shift in my folks’ restaurant, it was that swing and those luscious hips that kept me at my office window, looking out onto the parking lot waiting for her to leave just to catch a look at her walk.

Tonight, she didn’t disappoint.

The Jamaican kid she was training took too long resetting the trays for the morning crew, so Maggie was later to leave than normal. But I still waited, sipping on an espresso as I stood watching the cars pulling out of the lot. The walk I spotted first, that twisting little sway, the small curve between her back and her thick, perfect ass.

Shit, was it sweet to watch.

She waved the new kid off, not bothering to do more than move two fingers in his direction as she headed to her car a little slower like the night had taken some of the swagger from her movements.

Maybe she was just tired. That would be my fault.

Twice this week I’d convinced her to come to me. Twice she didn’t hesitate and fuck me if I couldn’t get enough of her.

Seems like I never could.

From that first night I spotted her out on the snowy street, something told me Maggie Ramirez would get