Page 47 of Privilege

“Anywhere with you would be great, Ren.”

Yeah.

Damn.

It was the way she looked at him, he knew. That, and how her voice alone could soften all the barbed wire he’d put up around his being just to keep himself safe.

The urge to kiss her again was unmistakable and undeniable. Problem was—he knew what was going to happen if he kept kissing this woman. He knew exactly where it was going to lead.

“Renzo,” Lucia whispered.

“Hmm?”

“You keep staring at my mouth. But it looks a lot better when you’re kissing it.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Logical assumption,” she countered.

“I want to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss you, Lucia.”

“Yeah, I know. So, do that.”

His gaze jumped up to hers.

Lucia smiled, and shrugged one shoulder. “Greasy food is always better when it’s lukewarm, anyway.”

Well, then …

He kissed her again, but this time, it wasn’t soft or sweet at all. More like a war between the two of them—frantic and brutal. She only pushed closer to him to get more as his tongue lashed in and out of her mouth. And she didn’t seem to mind a bit.

But that was the thing about kissing Lucia, Renzo realized all too soon. Once he started, he couldn’t fucking get enough. He wanted more—more of her taste, and the way she didn’t shy away from kissing him just as hard and deep as he did to her. He kept a tight hold on the bag of food but his other one wanted more of her to touch. Wrapping a hand in her hair, he had her pinned against the small stairwell wall as he learned just how sweet and sinful her mouth tasted when she was hot as fuck for him.

“Shit, yeah,” Lucia breathed, tipping her head back as his kisses trailed down her neck. “Are we going up, or …?”

“Yeah, definitely up higher.”

He pushed against her side, making her walk up the stairs with him following. It was only his hands keeping her steady that kept her from tripping on the stairs as she walked backward. His hands skimmed under the skirt of her white dress to find the outside of her thighs where he could grab on tight. The feeling of soft cotton meeting his fingertips was enough to make his dick perk up and try to punch a hole through his jeans.

By the time the two of them had reached the top of the stairs, she’d already yanked his shirt open, and had his leather jacket pulled halfway down his fucking arms.

“Not shy at all,” he murmured against her lips.

Lucia grinned. “Do you want me to be?”

He didn’t even have to think about that one.

“Not at all.”

“Good.”

She punctuated those words by grabbing his face, and yanking him in for another burning kiss. There was something about the way her gaze locked on his, all sure and filled with want. All it did was add to the craziness that was his brain when it came to this girl. He didn’t know what to fucking make of her, but he knew that he liked her.

A lot.

But especially like this.

He liked her hot under his hands, and gasping for breath when his fingertips found the silkiness between her thighs. He only pulled away from her just long enough to shrug off his jacket, and let it fall to the ground where he shoved it against a wall with their bag of food before he was on her again. He liked how she pulled him back to the wall on the roof that looked like rocks, and didn’t even blink at the ache it must have caused when her spine connected with the hard surface. Above them, the sloped roof of the roof’s dining area protected them from the sudden downpour of rain when thunder cracked in the sky, and a streak of lightning lit up everything.