Page 17 of Private Reserve
“We always did make a good team,” Gio says before he disappears around the corner with Luca.
My heart misses a beat because he’s right. We were—are—a great team. So why then, did he up and leave me all those years ago?
Pushing that from my mind, I spin around and glance out the big window, taking in the rows and rows of grapes, the staff and a few elderly guests milling about in the distance. I scan the hill, and something niggles in the back of my mind as I search for the man with the blue hat. I can only imagine what kind of man he must be to control and possess a powerful, confident, sexy guy like Luca. My cheeks flame, and a little thrill moves through me when I recall their naked display of passion. I briefly close my eyes, and my breath crashes wildly in my ears as I replay it.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours.”
Oh God… As those sexy, dirty words ping around inside my brain, I press my hands to the window and work to breathe past the lust. My nipples tighten, my skin burns hot, and deep between my legs, my sex clenches. I close my eyes for another moment as the scene loops through my thoughts, playing over and over again. The room grows warmer, a noise crawls out of my throat, and it’s all I can do not to slide my hands into my shorts and touch myself.
I hear a noise at the door, and I suck in a breath to get my head on right before I turn.
“Don’t move,” Gio says. Excitement surges through me at the command in his tone. I sip air and stand perfectly still, waiting for another order. I want to cry when it doesn’t come, but the click of the lock as he sets it reverberates through me and fills me with hope. I shudder, so ready to surrender myself to him completely. If only he’d demand it of me. His scent curls around me as he comes closer, each step like a delicious tap to my clit.
My palms are still braced on the window as he closes his big hands over mine and splays my fingers. His erection presses against my ass, and I
’m blindsided by lust as his burning mouth presses hungrily against my shoulder. Sharp teeth scrape roughly, and I want to moan in bliss. I have no idea what happened in the hall with Luca, or what words were spoken, but as I steal a glance over my shoulder at him and take in his dark features, I understand I’m looking at a changed man, a hard warrior—a predator—two hundred pounds of raw power that is about to claim me.
I suddenly can’t breathe.
“So, what’s this about you being rebellious?” he asks, his warm breath feathering over my flesh and arousing me to the point of delirium. Desperation burns through me, my need for him to take me touching places so deep it physically pains me.
Tell him.
I hear a noise outside the window. God, if anyone walked by, they’d see us, and while that excites the hell out of me, I can’t think about that right now, not when Gio presses his chest to my back, slides his hand around to my front, and starts undoing my shorts. He pops the button. Rough and greedy fingers shove inside my panties. I gasp and feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. I widen my legs to give him better access, and that action seems to do something to him.
Bent over me, arm around my waist, he says, “Look at you. All wet and ready for me. Maybe you really are a bad girl.”
“Gio,” is all I can manage to say as he shoves a thick finger inside me. “Oh God.”
“You like that, Liv? You like fucking my finger in front of the window, where anyone can see us?”
Who is this Gio? Honest to God, things between us have always been vanilla, and I’ve never inspired this kind of passion in him before. I have no idea what is going on, but I’m not going to question it. I want this more than I want my next breath.
“Answer me,” he says. “Do you like fucking my finger in front of the window or not?”
Something moves in the vineyard, a flash amongst the vines, and I think it’s Luca. Could he be searching for his lover? I can barely breathe as I think about their passion, the kind of passion Gio is currently displaying.
“Liv,” he growls. “I won’t ask again.”
“Oh God.” Admit it! Tell him you fucking love it. Tell him your fantasies. “Please…”
His finger stills inside me, and I nearly sob. He hesitates for a second, like he’s mulling something over, and in a voice that is much deeper than it was seconds ago, he says, “I want you to fuck my finger. Show me you want this.”
Holy shit. Pleasure surges inside me, and I want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. His hot breath crashes over me, tells me I’m wide-awake, and he’s waiting for me to move, do something. He wiggles his fingers lightly, encouraging me to respond, and as my brain shuts down, I rock my hips. Gio growls in response and moves along with me, grinding his hard cock against my back.
Force me to my knees. Make me do dirty things.
He shoves a second finger inside me, making me feel so gloriously full all I can do is whimper. Harder. Deeper. In a move that surprises us both, I press one hand against his and grind my aching clit against his palm. A flash of lust moves through me as my orgasm builds, and I’m so overcome with sensation I begin to shake, almost violently.
“Yeah, Liv,” he whispers into my ear, the gruffness in his voice exciting the hell out of me. “Just like that.”
Hungry for so much more, and feeling a bit bolder, I bend forward and arch my back, wanting him to touch my ass again, spank it, stroke it, push a finger inside it. Own it, already. He curses under his breath, and when the slaps don’t come I sway, rubbing his cock over my ass.
A firm palm presses harder against my clit, deepening the contact. Inside my pussy, his touch grows rougher, his strokes firmer, his thrusts deeper, and the pressure sends me flying over the edge. My eyelids shut against the flood of heat, and I concentrate on the waves of pleasure crashing over me. Easing off my sensitive clit, he runs soft circles around it until I’m spasming and clenching so hard I can’t breathe.
He pulls his wet fingers from my sex, and I angle my head to see him moisten his bottom lip with my liquid heat. He inhales deeply, then runs his tongue around his mouth like he’s savoring the taste of me. My legs wobble. Oh God, that is so freaking hot my sex clenches again. I drag in a shuddery breath as rough hands grip my hips and tug.
“Face me.”
