Second Chance Love: Mafia, seasoned romance by Debbie Hope

Author:Debbie Hope [Hope, Debbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

7

ANGELINA

I’m drunk. I know I am. Not just a little drunk either. Way over the top drunk.

When Rhett looked at me, his demeanor dark and brooding and clearly desiring me, I kind of went with it. So, to speak. He carries me not to my room but his and to his bed. No questions as to if I want to be there. He knows I do.

He lays me on the bed and I reach up grabbing his cheeks between my hands and kiss him. I don’t mean a simple kiss. I mean a full-on-have-sex-with-me kiss. I don’t care about anything else but this. Everything else can wait till later. Maybe I’m too drunk to care but I haven’t felt this kind of passion since I was with this man. Nothing else matters. I’m not married and he’s not.

I throw my head back, my brain fizzles like it’s filled with soda bubbles. He hovers over me, his large body resting on his strong forearms. One hand reaches out, now his weight is on one forearm showing just how strong he is. He grips my throat, his thumb on my chin, holding me still so he can do what he wants with me. What I want him to do to me. Anything he wants.

He lowers his head slowly; lips skim mine and move lower. Slide down to my chest and unbuttons my blouse, unclasping my bra from the front. I try to lift my arms but the blouse restricts my movements. His blue eyes gleam in the darkness, the only light is from the open blinds and the flashing lights from the strip.

His lips continue their downward route and stop at my breasts gazing at my nipples, licking those lips as if considering a midnight snack. He lowers his head and his tongue gives a long lick from under my breast to the end of my nipple, the tip of his tongue flicks back and forth making tingles shoot over my body in ways it hasn’t felt since him. Rhett kisses lower to my belly button, the finger that was holding my throat moves to my nipple, twisting and pinching between his thumb and forefinger. I writhe against him, his shirt scratches against my body, my heightened senses want more.

Rhett lowers his head closer down at me, he lips twist in a smirk and breathes into my ear, “what do you want me to do, Angel?”

Why did he stop to tease me? My head goes fuzzy, the alcohol fights with the passion flooding through my body. I haven’t felt anything like this since we’ve been apart. My body explodes and my heart stops with the endorphins bursting through my veins and hypersensitized nerves. Am I dying? It’s too much.

“My Angel, what do you want me to do to you?”

I don’t know how he expects me to talk. My brain and mouth are definitely not in synch. He moves his body away from mine and I cry out in protest. His mouth skims over mine and our breaths merge and he asks again, “what do you want me to do?”

“Touch me.

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