“We have a list?” She slowly slid her zipper down and then began to push her jeans and panties over her skin, leaving her hips bare. Her tight little curls were platinum blond, like her hair. She pushed the jeans down farther, baring her thighs, giving her enough room to draw one knee up so she could plant her foot on the seat.
He found it was much more difficult to drive with her body open to him than it had been when her mouth was around his cock. Well, it was a toss-up. She let her knees fall open as she took her finger and thumb, slowly circling the tiny little hooded bud and then pushing a finger deep. His mouth watered. He swore under his breath, and she smiled. It was pure seduction.
“You’re a holy terror, Sasha,” he accused. “And we definitely have a list.”
She licked at her finger, her eyes on his face. His cock jerked hard in his trousers. He hadn’t expected the temptress, but he should have. She had fire in her. Passion. She might hide it, but it still smoldered just beneath the surface. He liked to play, and with her, he found playing not just for the end result, but for the fun-filled journey.
She began to move her fingers in and out, pressing deep and then shallow, curling her middle finger, her thumb strumming her clit.
“Someday, I’m going to put jewelry on you, and you’re going to be in my car wearing nothing else and I’m going to do everything I want to your body.”
“You’ll be driving. I don’t have your discipline,” she objected, leaning forward, extending her arm to share her glistening fingers with him.
“I’ll have a driver, make him drive us all over the city.”
She laughed softly, her eyes darkening as he drew her finger into his mouth. “You like cars, don’t you?”
“Cars and you. Perfect combination. Push your T-shirt up so I can see your nipples.”
“I’m busy. Keep your eyes on the road. You gave me seven minutes. That’s not a lot of time to get off. I like to take my time. Prolong the journey.”
His cock was raging at him again, which didn’t make sense when he’d blown so hot. He wanted to be alone with her back at his house. He’d promised to be a gentleman, but he had given himself the option of trying to seduce her. He’d told her kissing would be involved. He just hadn’t said where on her body that kissing was going to take place.
“You’ve got a wicked look on your face.” Her voice was strained. She threw her head back and her hips began to thrust in time with her fingers. Her thumb pressed harder.
He pushed her hand away and took over. He wanted to use his mouth, draw all that sweet honey right out of her body, but he strummed her clit and then pinched roughly, taking his eyes from the road to look at her face just for that moment. She flushed and her mouth opened, eyes darkening even more with lust. He pushed into her with a thick finger, curling deep, finding her sweet spot, hearing her ragged breathing as he began pumping in and out of her slick sheath.
He added a second finger, stretching her, hearing her gasp. He flicked her clit, wishing he was sucking on her and could use his teeth. Her breathing was musical, the sound coming from her throat spurring him to be ruthless with his fingers. He couldn’t see her, not when he was driving, so he kept up the work until he saw the parking garage he needed. At once he swept into it, still using his fingers on her.
The moment he parked the car and turned it off, one-handed, he turned, unsnapping his belt, lifting her up by her bottom so he could bring her to his mouth. He felt like a starving man. She screamed when he plunged his tongue deep, when he raked her clit with his teeth, when he used his fingers and mouth in unison, taking her up again and again until that little musical note had a sobbing melody.
Hips bucking, she pressed herself to him, looking for release. He lifted his head away, and she chased after his mouth. He wiped his face on her thighs and rubbed the shadow along his jaw over her lips so the bristles stimulated her more.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He’d never teased another woman before. Never played games like he wanted to play. Never let that side of him out. Now he wanted to hear her little cries. Her pleas. He wanted to hear her ask him for her release, to acknowledge it was Giovanni giving it to her. That shit turned him on even more.
“I want you to fuck me, but since we can’t do that here, I want your mouth to take me over the edge.”
He kissed her. Licked her. Pushed his tongue in her, just to reward her. He took his time sucking her clit and then used his teeth again. “I love how hot you are. Ask me for it.”
“Ask you?” There was a hint of laughter mixed with the desperation. “I was thinking of ordering you.”
“You could try it.” He used his fingers ruthlessly and stopped before she could get off. “But I doubt it will work.”
“Giovanni, will you please get me off any way that you can? I’m a little desperate right now.”
If he hadn’t been falling for her, he would have right then. The laughter in her voice was like music, like magic, sliding over and into him. He had been paying attention to every response, what took her high fast, what she liked, didn’t like, what had her hips moving out of control. She liked that bite he gave her. The deep thrust with two fingers that stretched and burned. Her response was more scorching-hot, liquid honey. He took her over the edge, watching her face while she shattered. Nothing was more beautiful to him.
He kept his fingers in her, wanting to feel every wave, wishing it was his cock that silken sheath surrounded. He watched the rippling of her stomach muscles, and the way her nipples hardened even more. He was desperate to have her under him, naked, for hours.
She lay back, trying to catch her breath, while he licked her clean before pulling up her panties and jeans. She didn’t move, her head resting against the door while she stared at him through half-closed eyes. “You could be a little crazy, Giovanni.”
“The good kind of crazy, and you bring it out in me. And I am compelled to point out, you started the whole sex in the car thing, so you’re just as crazy.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Where do you want to have sex next? The middle of the street?”
He was grateful she wanted to have more sex with him. He pretended to contemplate the idea. “I don’t think the street is good, but I’ll definitely make a list.”
“Another list?”
He nodded and helped her sit up. “You said you liked lists. I’m all for it, especially if you make a commitment to follow the list and get everything on it accomplished.”
“What kinds of things will be on it?”
“I have a favorite restaurant. They have this one table right in the center of the room. It’s always gleaming, and every time I go in there, I think, if I had a woman, I’d fuck her right on that table. It’s the perfect height. I can take her so many ways and that table is strong. The ceiling is decorated with diamond-shaped mirrors. And each wall has mirrors so the entire room would reflect us.”
“A restaurant?” Her laughter rang out. “We’d probably ruin everyone’s appetite and they’d call the cops on us.”
“We’d rent out the restaurant for the night, silly. I can’t have other men looking at my woman’s body. I’m a pervert, baby, but not that big of one.”
She glanced away from him. She took a deep breath and let it out. “You know, if you told your cousins and brothers about me giving you a blow job and then letting you devour me, you probably could make a lot of money.”
His heart jerked hard, laughter fading. “Is that what you think I’d do, Sasha? Is that why you think you’re with me?”
“I don’t know why I’m with you, but in the interest of reminding you, if you’re ever broke, you could make some cash.” She reached for the door handle.
He was faster, his hand stopping her. “Look at me.”
“I need to go in and see my brother.”
“You need to look at me.”
He felt her square her shoulders and brace herself. Her chin went up and she turned her head back so she was looking him in the eye. “I’m with you because you’re the one. I’ve looked all over the fucking world for you. I’m not letting you slip through my fingers.”