“I’m coming!” She calls, her heels clicking across the cherry wood steps, causing me to turn around and lift my eyes in her direction.
She wore a skintight, red dress that hugged her in all the right places and stopped at her knees. After a quick glance, I treated myself to a slow perusal of her body, starting with her shoes. Those fucking things cost me a fortune when all I really had to do was grab a pair out of her closet and paint the bottoms red. Looking at them now, they were sexy as hell and worth every red cent. Her legs, tan and toned, hidden beneath the red fabric that started at her knees, hugged her thighs, accentuated her hips and pinched her waist. I couldn’t wait to run my hands up those curves and bury my face between her breasts. Shit, they were everywhere, spilling out the top of the dress that tied around her neck.
Finally, I find her eyes, full with amusement. She winks at me and spins around so I get the full effect and a glance of her round ass.
“Close your mouth, Bianci,” she laughs, stepping toward me. “Everything you see is everything that is yours.”
Ain’t that a fucking fact.
I grab her hands and pull her against me, pressing the bulge in my fitted pants to her stomach. I want her but that’s no surprise, she does it for me. She did it for me when she was just a girl and she really fucking does it for me as a woman.
A grin spreads across her face as she tilts her head back and brushes her lips across mine.
“You look good enough to eat,” I growl against her lips.
“Maybe we should skip the wedding,” she says, tugging on my tie. I bitched when she brought it home but now I get it—it matched her dress.
“No, but we’re already late what’s a few more minutes?” I say as my teeth graze her red lips teasingly before I pull my mouth from hers and look over my shoulder. “Give Mommy and Daddy a kiss, Luca,” I say, turning around and crouching to my knees to catch him in my arms.
Lifting him into my arms, both me and Adrianna shower his face with kisses as my mother lifts Victoria out of her swing and cradles her in her arms. I set Luca down on his feet and kiss my daughter’s head, watch Adrianna do the same then take her hand and lace our fingers together.
“You two get going, I have it under control,” my mom says, winking at Luca.
“We won’t be too late,” Adrianna reassures her as I drag her to the door. Barely closing it I push her up against it and take her face in my hands as I slam my mouth over hers. I swallow her gasp as I work her lips apart and slide my tongue over hers. The taste of her awakens the beast inside me, one that won’t ever be sated. I kiss her deeply, frantically, feverishly tasting every sweet crevice of her mouth.
Breathless and harder than a fucking iron horse I tear my lips from hers, watch as her eyes flutter open and her lips part, releasing a soft pant.
“Car. Now,” I growl, pulling my keys out of my pocket and taking a step back giving her room to pass. She pushes off the door, smooths down the front of her dress causing me to laugh.
“What’re you laughing at?” She asks, still a little breathless.
I lean forward, blow the hair away from her ear and whisper.
“You fixing yourself. It’s a waste of time. I’m only going to mess you all up the second we get in the car,” I rasp, slapping her ass playfully sending her jumping in her seven hundred dollar shoes. “Go on, Reese’s strut for me,” I croon as she starts for the car, sashaying her hips with every step.
I bite the inside of my cheek as my eyes drink her in and I unlock the car, reaching over her to pull open her door and usher her inside the truck. I painfully walk around the front of the truck to the driver’s side and climb in.
“Now what?” She asks huskily, as I start the car. I glance in the rearview mirror and back out of the driveway. I didn’t bother answering her, driving to the corner of our block and pulling into the spot in front of the Johnny pump.
I turn to her, pressing the recline button on my seat and with my other hand I tap my lap.
“You’re kidding,” she accuses, undoing her seatbelt.
“Try me,” I dare.
She arches her hips, rolling the silk of her dress up her thighs so it pooled around her waist, revealing a black lace thong.
I groan as she slid the thong down her legs, pulling it off at the ankles as I unbuckle my pants. She was about to remove the shoes when I reached for her hand.
“Don’t,” I order.
“Want to get your money’s worth?” She laughs, raising an eyebrow teasing me.
“Damn straight,” I say, dragging my pants to my knees. Her eyes zero in on my cock as I wrap my hand around it, stroking it as she chews on her lip. She was some sight. Sexy as all hell, and all mine.