CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 183 I DO BITE

*LORENZO*

She shook her head. And fisted her fingers in my hair and tugged, drawing my lips back to hers.

“Ah,” I murmured against the corner of her mouth as pleasure rushed down my spine to my groin. “That’s right, Danica. Touch me. I want you to touch me.” I crave her touch.

She kissed me and hesitantly pushed her tongue between my lips. And I took all that she had got to give.

Oh, Danica.

We kissed. And kissed until I thought I was going to burst. I skirted the waistband of her pajamas and slipped my hand inside against the warm, soft skin of her behind.

She stilled for a second, then gripped my hair firmly, tugging hard, and kissed me with ardor...greedy and feverish.

“Easy,” I breathed. “Let’s take this slow.”

She swallowed and placed her hands on my arms, looking a little abashed.

“I like your hands in my hair,” I reassured her, and to make amends I ran my teeth along her jawline up to her ear. Her moan was soft and husky as her head fell into the palm of my hand.

It was music to my dick.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, and my fingers clenched in her hair, tugging gently. Her chin lifted, and I anointed the underside of her throat with feather-light kisses until I reached her ear. With my other hand, I squeezed her behind, as my lips sought hers once more, my tongue teasing and exploring her mouth, giving and taking as her lips learn mine and I learn hers.

I trailed kisses down her neck to where her pulse beats fast and furious beneath her skin.

“I want to make love to you,” I whispered.

Danica stilled.

I cradled her face with both hands and brushed her lips with my thumb. “Talk to me. Do you want to stop?”

She bite her top lip, and her eyes dart toward the window, where the sky is color-washed with a splash of pink from the coming dusk.

“No one can see us,” I assured her.

Her smile was hesitant, but she whispered, “Do not stop.”

I stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers and lose myself in her dark, dark gaze. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She nodded.

“Tell me, Danica. I need to hear you say it.” I kissed the corner of her mouth once more, and she closed her eyes.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Oh, baby,” I murmured. “Wrap your legs around me.” I clasped her waist and lifted her, easily. She put her hands on my shoulders. “Legs. Round me.” Face shining with what I hope was lust and excitement, she hooked her legs around my waist, and her arms circled my neck.

“Hold on.”

I took the stairs while she kissed my throat. “You smell good,” she said , as if to herself.

“Oh, sweetheart, so do you.”

I set her down beside the bed and kiss her again.

“I want to see you.” My hands found the hem of her football shirt. Gently I pull it up and over her head. Even though she was wearing a bra, she crossed her arms in front of her breasts as her hair fell in a dusky, curling cascaded to her waist.

She was shy.

She was innocent.

She was stunning.

I was aroused and touched at once, but I wanted her to feel comfortable. “Do you want to do this in the dark?”

“No,” she said, immediately. “Not the dark.”

Of course. She hated the dark.

“Okay. Okay. I get it,” I reassured her. “You’re gorgeous.” My voice was filled with breathless wonder as I discarded her shirt on the floor. I smoothed her hair off her face, my hands finding her chin. I gently kiss her again and again until she relaxed, splaying her hands on my chest and kissing me back. Her fingers bunched in my sweater, and she tugged.

I peered down at her. “You want me to take this off?”

She nodded with enthusiasm.

“For you, beautiful, anything.” I dragged my sweater and T-shirt off and drop them beside her Arsenal FC top. She glanced from my eyes to my naked chest, and I stayed still...letting her look. “Touch me,” I whispered.

She gasped.

“I want you to. I don’t bite.”

Not unless you ask me to...

Her eyes lit up, and carefully she placed her hand over my heart.

Fuck.

I was sure it somersaulted beneath her fingers.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the searing sensation.

She leaned forward and kissed my skin where my heart was thundering. Yes.

I swept her hair off her neck and skimmed my lips down her throat and across her shoulder to her bra strap. I smiled against her fragrant skin.

Her bra was pink. With my thumb and finger, I eased her strap off her shoulder as her ragged breathing filled my ears.

“Turn around,” I murmured.

Danica raised heated eyes to mine and turned so her back was against my front. She crossed her arms, covering herself once more. I scooped her hair from her other shoulder and kissed her neck while slipping my other arm around her and across her belly and grasping her hip.

I pulled her against me so my erection is cradled at the top of her behind.

I groaned in her ear and she squirmed against me.

Fuck. Me.

With great care, I eased down her remaining strap, skimming my fingers across her shoulder and pressing tender, wet kisses in their wake on her skin.

Her skin was soft. And fair. And almost flawless.

She had a little mole at the base of her neck beneath the chain that held her gold cross. I kissed it. Her scent was clean and wholesome.

“You smell wonderful,” I murmured between kisses as I undid her bra. Moving my arm up her body, I felt the weight of her breasts on my forearm. She sucked in a breath and held her bra against her body with crossed arms.

“Easy,” I murmured, and while I held her close, I skimmed my fingers down her stomach and between her hips. Then dipped my thumb into the waistband of her pajamas and glide it along her belly as I teased her earlobe with my teeth.

“Ahh.” She moaned.

“I want you,” I whispered, and nipped her again. “And I do bite.”