Dating the Don (Savage Crime Lords #1)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

CRISTIANO

“ I don’t need anything from you,” Maeve says without any real confidence. If I’m not mistaken, there’s an actual waver in her voice that I haven’t heard before. She sounds less sure of herself and it’s a damned open invitation if I’ve ever heard one before.

Who knew it would be this easy?

If I didn’t have her in my arms right this very second, I might just kick myself for not daring to press these boundaries with her a little bit sooner. My hand flattens over her navel, pinching the fabric of her worn t-shirt between my fingers. “Do you want help changing out of your pajamas too?”

Maeve shudders, and a breathy little sigh leaves her lips as her short red hair falls away from her neck. I’m tempted to trail my lips over her skin just to see what she will do. It feels like I’m already dreaming. For countless years, I’ve laid in this very bed, picturing variations of this exact encounter. Since I was far younger than I should admit. There’s only ever been one woman that gets my blood thrumming in my veins. Until today, the closest that I’ve ever come to having this with her is exchanges of banter and sarcasm.

Fuck it.

What’s a little indulgence among friends?

My chin dips, my lips trailing over her neck and up toward her ear, not daring to sample the taste of her skin for fear that I will become addicted. She’s been my vice for as long as I can remember. I don’t need her touch to become my addiction, her skin is already my ambrosia.

“Maybe…” She stammers an answer, and my heart leaps up into my throat.

“Is that right?” I mutter against her skin, and the temptation proves to be too much for me. My tongue trails along the side of her neck and I take the lobe of her ear between my teeth.

Maeve moans softly, music to my ear, as her curves arch back into my body and I think my mind shortcircuits. Look at me, head of a powerful mafia family, undone by the sounds of a beautiful woman.

She turns in my hold, her knee sliding between my legs as she allows me to pull her closer until I can feel her hardened nipples pressed against my chest. Something in her gaze turns mischievous. The same devilish glint that has had me falling for her over and over again since I was old enough to know what such feelings truly were.

The younger version of me wants to ask her if she’s sure. But instead, she pushes until she’s sitting up, straddling one of my thighs with her wet heat brushed against the muscle of my leg and that’s all the proof that I need.

Maeve bites her bottom lip, her hands trembling only for a moment before lifting her hands up over her head. I sit up, keeping my distance from her for just a moment before letting my hands find her hips. Slowly, I explore the curve of her waist and upward. Over the indents that her bra has left in her skin from the day’s wear and higher still. The t-shirt that she is wearing climbs higher, pooling over my wrists until her magnificent perky breasts come into view.

Another lift and it’s over her head, falling somewhere to the side of the bed wholly and utterly forgotten. Maeve, of all people, sitting astride me in a pair of white cotton panties. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It only takes about a second of admiring her nude form on top of me for the evidence of my appreciation to be fully felt against her thigh.

My hands find her waist and move over her ribs until they cover herback. I raise my chin to her in a subtle request for her permission as I sit up, pressing her against my skin to feel her. Her hands slowly find my chest, as if she's worried that if she touches me too boldly, I may dissipate. I've been dying to experience her fire in bed.

I don’t even know if this is her first time.

Much to my chagrin, I know that she’s had fleeting boyfriends from time to time in her life. Just as I’ve had girlfriends because it was expected of me. Though, I always took great damned care to make sure that they never looked anything like the woman above me.

Maeve’s fingers trail over the muscles of my chest, tracing my collarbone and then the muscle in my neck slowly. Her touch is so soft that it almost tickles. I’m frozen. I won’t give in to my baser desires until she moves forward. I have to know she wants this as badly as I do.

Does she have any idea just how stunningly beautiful she is?

Her chin dips, and I feel her rounding down for her lips to meet mine and that’s all that I need. The beast inside of me that’s been so carefully leashed all day long is untethered. My grip on her back changes, indenting her skin and flipping the pair of us so that I’m on top of her. The only barrier between our bodies is the thin fabric of her panties. Something that I’m so very sorely tempted to tear off of her.

It’s a fake engagement. I have to tell myself that over and over again as I kiss her. I relish the taste of her as she opens up for me, giving me all of her. Soft moans of pleasure swallowed up into my mouth as my tongue dances with hers. All-consuming fire replaces the blood in my veins as her hands find my hair, through the short locks and pull just hard enough to ask for more. More .

I’m happy to give it to her.

My teeth close over her bottom lip in warning. She doesn’t fully understand what she’s in for yet, but she will. If that’s the game she wants to play, then she will need to know how damned difficult it was to keep from pulling her over my knee earlier. Her excuses and flippant mouth made me want to stain her perfect, pert ass the same shade of red that she’s so prone to turning when she’s embarrassed or uncomfortable. I hadn’t expected the possessive streak inside me to snap into place so suddenly.

Fake engagement or not, this is real. At least on my part. If this is the closest that I’m ever going to get to properly having her, then that’s what I’m going to do.

I push her legs further apart, settling between them even as one of her thighs lifts, hooking her calf around my hip as she arches up into the contact. So responsive. So loud. Everything that I’ve wanted and I’ve only just barely gotten started.

I kiss a trail down her neck, biting and licking as her breath catches in her throat. I explore every bit of her. Her breasts fit my palms so easily as I massage the skin, pinching her nipple between my fingers. I mix the sharp bite of quick pain with the instant reward of my lips, soothing over the skin and then lower.

Down the flat planes of her navel until I reach the band of those white cotton panties. My fingers toy with it, teasing as she tries to buck her hips up into my hand. Her arms wrap around me even as she tries to get me to kiss her once more, tries to pull me up to meet her lips, almost shy.

Can’t have that.

No matter how long our ploy lasts, I’m going to have all of her.

I smirk devilishly. Her eyes widen for a moment. “What are you… Cris…”

I pull away from her just long enough to flip her onto her stomach. My hands grip her hips and lift her ass into the air and pull her panties down to rest around her knees. I could take them off, but I like the way that her mobility is limited. Her chest and face press into the mattress and I delve between her thighs. Licking her soundly, collecting all of the delicious nectar on my tongue. I delve inside of her, savoring the moans and motions of her body as I learn what she does and doesn't like the best.

I want to own her inside and out. The need to brand her body with my particular sort of pleasure isn’t one I can deny. I have to take my time, even if I’m hard as steel. Even then, I’m not certain I can dedicate the proper time to worship her as I should for our first time together.

But nothing says that I can’t capitalize on other rounds after this first one.

“Do you have any idea how sweet you taste, my darling Maeve?” I speak into her skin. “So wet for me.” I slide two fingers around her entrance, teasing and collecting her juices on my fingers reverently before pushing inside of her slowly. She bites down on her bottom lip like she’s holding herself back. That’s the very last thing that I want. I want her to come undone for me in every sense of the word. I want every noise that I can wrest from her. “That’s it, louder. You want it, don’t you?”

Somehow, the taunting makes her seem to come alive.

She grips my fingers so tightly, my eyes damn near cross. Her ass twerks back against my hand, smothering me with her perfect, soft skin.

“Is that it?” I taunt, suckling the swollen flesh into my mouth and giving it a little brushing with my teeth as my tongue circles her clit from behind. I don’t think I can take much more. Before I eventually take her, I wanted her to be a puddle, spent from orgasms, but I can't help myself. My fingers pulsate inside her as I lift her up and slip in a third. Tightly gripping her hair, Iraise her back up, causing her to moan. My lips brush against the shell of her ear. “You like that, Maeve? You want me to have my way with you?”

“Yes,” she answers as her hands find her breasts, kneading into the skin.

Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect. Does she have any idea what she does to me?

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock,” I demand as she rolls her nipples between her fingers. Her cheeks are the prettiest dusty rose color as she fights against her pride. Which will win? I’m placing my bet on her lust. Of course, her lust will win, I would expect nothing less from her.

“Please… Cris…”

“Yes?”

“Your cock… I want… please…”

I could bust in my damned pants. Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to slip free from them and line myself up with her fore, the tip just barely replacing my fingers. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes! Fuck me. Please.”

“Since you ask so nicely,” I taunt, just as I ease inside of her. Slowly. Inch by inch so that I know she feels it. Then, using my leverage in her hair, I push her face right back down into the mattress as I fill her. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything quite as incredible as being inside of her. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. It takes a minute to reclaim my sanity. I swear I lose part of myself just being inside of her like this, a piece of me that’s always going to belong to her from this day forward.

I have to hold my breath as I start moving again. Her moans of pleasure turn louder as we find a pace together. Her pushing that perfect ass back up into me as I shift my grip to her hips.

“More?” I ask, desperately hoping that she will say yes.

“Yes, please. Fuck!”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice, her moans cut off with every punctuated thrust as I bury myself into her, losing myself, the slap of skin on skin.

“There! Right there! Fuck! Fuck!”

Nothing can stop me. Not when she’s so close. I can feel it as she tightens around me and damn if I don’t near lose my whole soul. I could have had the house falling down around me and I don’t think I would have noticed. She could have asked me for anything and I would have happily surrendered it and more to her.

She climaxes with a scream that clips short as she stops breathing, her tiny fists balled up into the sheets as she shudders, muscles spasms and twitches and I don’t stop, pushing her through the orgasm even as the tremors in her body leave me no choice but to cum with her. My grip on her hips tightens, pulling the skin and leaving marks that tomorrow morning I might feel badly about as I fill her. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.

She’s going to be the death of me and I can’t think of anything sweeter.