Page 136 of Contempt

“I know. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Fine. Christ, smoking is supposed to relax me, not make me give it more effort, Lucia.”

She rolled her eyes, and left him behind in the bathroom as she headed for the kitchen. He was quick to follow behind her, and she had already pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge to have while he shared his smoke with her.

Renzo already had the joint lit and burning when he took a stool at the kitchen island. Unlike him, who could smoke and smoke and smoke before he was satisfied that his mind was as high as he wanted it, she only needed just a few pulls to be good. He worked the joint down to a good point for her, and handed it over to let her have whatever she wanted off it. He leaned in as she took her last drag.

“Gun it, baby,” he murmured.

Lucia grinned, and pulled him closer by fisting her hand into his leather jacket. He hovered over her mouth, lips parted as she let the smoke come out. There was something sexy about the way his eyes locked on hers as the smoke drifted from her lips to his, and she loved it.

He inhaled her smoke, held it, and kissed her hard.

Renzo’s lips curled at the edges, and he inhaled every drop of the smoke she passed to him. His pupils blew wide while his gaze drifted down her face, and lingered on her throat. He closed the distance, then, his tongue lashing out against the hollow of her throat, and his teeth grazing her skin with the promise of more.

Her mind was light.

Her body, hot.

This was the part she liked the most about finding Renzo at her place when he decided to randomly make a trip. Time apart always seemed to bring them back together in the most brilliant of ways.

Sex was just one of those.

Lucia crawled over the top of the island at Renzo’s urging hands. Her legs hung off the edge as one by one, he stripped her of the clothes she had on. Then, she got to take her time to admire his body and the two new tattoos he’d had done on his stomach during his recovery—one read Ten Seconds and the other, a Madonna. She figured, in a way, they were self-explanatory. Renzo loved art as much as she did, just in his own way.

Once he was undressed, she eyed the red, puckered scar on the inner section of his left bicep. She used the tips of her fingertips to trace the scar—he’d gotten The League’s chip removed a couple of months back so they couldn’t track him anymore if he didn’t want them to. She understood why he did it, and frankly, was surprised he hadn’t gotten it taken out as soon as he got out of the hospital.

The cool air in the apartment whispered over her skin as he widened her legs, and kneeled down until he was eye-level with her pussy. She swore he licked his fucking lips too before he grinned up at her.

“Look at that—all pink and wet already, baby.”

Lucia couldn’t even find it in herself to be ashamed. “You should have a taste—it’s been a while.”

“You’re fucking telling me.”

Something wicked and dark flashed in Renzo’s eyes as he closed the distance between his mouth and her pussy. His tongue found her slit as she tipped her head back to just feel. There was nothing like his mouth working against her sex to put her in the best place. And he knew just what to do to get her higher than she already was. His tongue slipped between beating a fast pace against her clit, and then back down to her slit to work her there, too.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” she breathed.

Renzo’s chuckles rocked against her sex.

A deep bass.

God.

“You want to come, then?”

“So bad,” she admitted.

“Don’t hold back.”

Lucia laughed breathlessly. “Never.”

Yeah, sometimes his hand would still shake. And sometimes he got frustrated over little things that would have been nothing to him before. But when he wanted something to work … when he was focusing in on the things he loved to do—her—then everything was just fine for him, and her.

She swore Renzo took it as a challenge to see just how fast he could make her come. And being the kind of man he was, who loved a good competition, he liked to see if he could beat his fucking time. This was no different.

All it took was his tongue lashing against her clit, and then just as she started to climb that oncoming peak of bliss, he sucked the nub in between his teeth. The pain was sharp, and the orgasm was intense.