Love in the City, an erotic romance novel (14 page)

She playfully punched him. “Deal with it!”

He looked her, thinking of how cute her challenging gaze was. “You know, I don’t think you’re actually attracted to me after all. I think you just wanted me naked to be sure. Now you realize that you find me hideous.” He turned his face away in a pretend pout.

He looked so adorable to her with his damp, dark waves framing his chiseled features.
He turned back to her as she reached out and stroked his pecs with her hand, running her fingers through the dark hair. She brushed his nipples, then let her hand slide down the center of his stomach, tracing the trail of dark hair that led further down.

H
is full pillowy lips were wet and parted as his eyes continued to follow her hand’s path along his body.

“Yes, you’re absolutely hideous,” she whispered in his ear. “Almost too much to bear.”

“Sad, I should hide myself,” he said as he made to turn away from her.

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” she said as she pushed him back down on the bed and leaned over him. Her lips brushed his, then she kissed him deeply, exploring his mouth with her tongue, pushing it more open.

He moaned as her arm moved down his chest, then fell across his hips. She gripped his hip, her arm falling against his lower body, suggestive in its placement. His towel was clinging precariously to his waist. She felt his masculine form underneath the towel. She could tell he was very well-endowed. She hungered for his body as she shifted over on top of him. Slyly, she writhed her hips, loosening the towel even further. He was barely covered. She slid her thigh between his legs, parting them, and then held her thigh firm, pinning his legs open.

“Anabelle,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, “what are you
planning on doing to me?” He felt his body begin to harden.

She
didn’t answer as she felt his hardness. She smiled, then lifted herself a little to look down over his body. His bare chest was muscled, his stomach taut. She admired the way his dark hair accentuated his masculine lines, how it thickened in a narrow band down from his belly button, disappearing below the towel, the obvious signs of his arousal. He looked like a delicious gift she wanted to unwrap. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them with one hand above his head.

He exhaled, his lips red and swollen. “You have me in a vulnerable place,” he said, his eyes lowering to her lips. He groaned as she shifted her leg against his, placing a bit more
pressure keep his legs open. The towel draped down between his legs, showing his intimate male form even more. There was no way he could hold back what was happening to his body.

She gave a sly smile as he shifted his hips. “Yes, I do, don’t I?” She was extremely aroused by the submissive role he was playing. The juxtapo
sition of that with his 6’3”, 195-pound frame was like a sexual narcotic, triggering pleasure centers in her brain. If this was a ploy to draw her in sexually through reverse-psychology, it was working extremely well.

“Now I know you purposely shot that ketchup at me,” he said. “To get my clothes off and get me into your bed.”

“So what if I did?” she said as she tightened her grip on his wrists. Her other hand drew a line down his chest, around his nipple, then again down the center of his stomach. She felt him quiver as her light touch continued down towards the edge of the towel, which had now slipped on one side, exposing his bare hip, the rest of the towel barely covering him. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Whatever you make me do,” he whispered. He looked at her, his eyes half-lidded, his lips swollen and parted.

She felt her body ache with desire. “I love the sounds of that…”

He smiled.
“That first day I met you,” he said, licking his lips and looking down at where the towel had exposed part of him, “the coffee was really about undressing me, wasn’t it?”

She shook her head. “Not
just
undressing you…” She bent down and kissed his lower lip. As she let her tongue caress his lips, her fingers explored the edge of the towel, giving him a teasing touch along the smooth skin of his exposed hip. She felt him flinch at the touch. She liked the sense of power over him. It was a huge turn on that he let himself be dominated this way. She looked at his body, it was big, muscular, and prone on her bed. Oh, the things she wanted to do to his body right now.

He saw the look on her face. He wanted her badly. His body now
completely betraying any doubt where he was headed. “Anabelle…”

“Giorgio,” she purred, admiring the
large bulge between his legs, as her fingers traced a line down his bare thigh, curving inwards.

His body shook. He let out a low moan and closed his eyes. He inhaled sharply as her fingers danced along his inner thigh, moving slowly higher beneath the towel. “What…do…you…want
to do?” he asked between breaths. “I’m going to lose my hold…” He opened his eyes. His blue eyes searching hers in earnest.

She was even more turned on by his restraint.
“I’m thinking,” she said. Her body ached, her hips started to move forward and back as she hovered only a couple of inches above his. She looked down at the towel, which now slipped dangerously lower due to her movement. He was barely covered, and beginning to pump his hips beneath her. Her gaze looked up his body to his lips, which looked even fuller now, with more color, the blood pumping through his body. His lips quivered. She could see the desire surging, evident on his face, his reddening cheeks, his erect nipples, then down to the large bulge showing beneath the towel. “You are such an Adonis,” she said. “Perfection…”

He gave a long, sensual sigh. “You, Anabelle Parker, are rocking my world,” he said between breaths. “You’re such a beautiful woman…the things I want to do to you…”

She gripped his thigh a little harder, giving him a sexy smile. She saw the strain on his face.

“You are a very bad girl,” he said, shaking his head.
It was all he could do to keep himself from crossing her lines.

“Maybe you should punish me,” she said in a sultry voice. “Or are you not man enough?” she asked, brazenly taunting him.

With a primal response to her challenge, in a split second he sprang up, flipping her over. He heaved his body on top of her, managing to keep the towel between them. He grabbed her arms, deftly pinning them above her head. “You were saying?”

Her eyes went wide with surprise. She was thrilled to feel his strength, his masculine power. Everything that was feminine in her responded at once. She looked at him defiantly. “I’m not convinced,” she said in a low voice. She struggled against him
, but he had an iron grip on her. She couldn’t budge.

He pushed his hips down, spreading her
legs. “How do you like it now, Miss Big Talk?” he said, brushing his lips against hers. He slowly thrust his hips forward. His body was rock hard. “Is that man enough for you? Do you want more?”

Her body ached as she felt his
huge erection press against her and she moaned softly beneath him. “I…” she tried to say as her body was responding faster than she could think.

He flexed his triceps as he held her down. “Oh, I think you do like it.”

She was extremely turned on by his behavior. “I’ll never tell.”

“You know what I could do to you, right? There are ways I can find out just how much you like it.” His eyes had a challenging, almos
t dangerous expression in them.

“Oh, you think so?” she said, taunting him, daring him to go further. “I think you’re all talk.”

His lips spread into a devilish smile. “You like to play with fire, don’t you?”

“Why don’t you play with fire?” she said, pushing her hips up against him, feeling his hardness. “If you know how.”

He looked at her, narrowing his eyes, trying to read her meaning. “I think you’d better tell me what you want pretty quick here.” He pushed himself against her again. Raw lust was written all over his face. “I know you can tell what you’ve done to me and very soon I won’t be able to stop what’s coming.”

“Touch me,” she sa
id in a breathless, soft voice.

He raised his eyebrows.

“With your hands, underneath the covers.”

He bent down to kiss her deeply.
He wanted so much more. He wanted to take her here, now, hard. But this was her call, one hundred percent. “As you wish, m’lady. But when I’m through with you, I’ll have made you reveal your desire for me. You won’t be able to deny anything after that.”

She grinned. She liked the sounds of that.

Giorgio reluctantly released her, then watched as she slipped under the covers and slipped off her jeans, tossing them on the floor.

He fast
ened the towel around his waist to help keep himself in check, and then slipped back under the covers next to her. He went to pull the covers back from her so that he could look at her body as he caressed her.

She stopped him
, holding the covers waist high. “Only touch for now.”

“But I want to see you as I touch you,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

“Not yet,” she replied.

He
grunted in frustration, but followed her guidance. He kissed her neck, then slid his hand beneath her tank top.

She moaned as he caressed her full breasts, pinching her nipples ever-so-gently, cupping her, moving his hand over her feminine curves.

His lips moved to her shoulder, kissing her, running his lips against her skin, his tongue darting out, making promises of pleasures to come.

Anabelle’s breathing grew faster. She closed her eyes as she luxuriated in his sensual touch. The woman in her longed to be explored.

His hand slid down from her breasts, down her stomach, and found the lace of her panties beneath the covers.

She inhaled sharply as he pushed her legs apart. With the barest touch, his fingers brushed against her, between her legs, teasing her. He explored the edges of the thin fabric, all that stood between him and her most intimate place. He placed his hand more firmly against her, cupping her, then gently rubbing
it against her.

Anabelle was breathing heavily as she spread her legs more, inviting his touch, inviting him to explore her.

He continued to run his lips and tongue against her skin as he slipped his fingers underneath her lace panties.

She moaned as his fingers caressed her pussy, rubbing and spreading and probing her. “Giorgio…”

“I’m going to make you pay for challenging me. I’m going to make you come, whether you want to or not,” he whispered as he plunged his fingers inside her. She was wet. Her hips gyrating at his touch. He slide his fingers in and out of her as his thumb pressed against her clitoris, massaging it, driving her wild.

She couldn’t spread her legs far enough.

Taking her cue, he moved his hand to pull her panties off. As soon he had them off, he pushed her legs apart again. He then pulled the strap of her tank top down and exposed her bare breast. He couldn’t help himself.

She didn’t protest.
She arched her back and let out a soft moan. She loved seeing him look at her breast.

“So beautiful. Such a woman,” he said as he admired her form. He bent down and placed his lips on her nipple, sucking it and flicking his tongue at the same time as his hand again found her now bare pussy. His lips and tongue teasing one part of her body as his fingers spread her pussy lips apart, then plunged into her wet depths. He continued licking and sucking and kissing her breast as he ran his fingers all over her pussy, spreading and plunging and rubbing it.

Anabelle thought she was going to explode.

His fingers nimbly massaged her clitoris, stopping a few times to push inside of her. He enjoyed the feel of her, how tight and wet she was.

“Oh my God, Giorgio,” she said as she pushed her legs open, pushing her body against his hands.

He knew where he had her. His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking on it as his fingers moved more rapidly against her naked pussy.

She cried out as he felt her body shudder. He plunged his fingers back into her, continuing to massage her clitoris as he licked her nipple. He felt her body spasm and grow wetter as she came.

Her breathing slowed. She shook as he now gently and tenderly touched her between her legs with his fingertips, knowing how sensitive she’d be.

“Giorgio,” she said, “that was incredible.” She turned into him, kissing his chest, finding his nipple, then sucking it.

Suddenly, he felt her hand slip down his torso under the covers and pull his towel open to expose his body to her touch. He felt her fingers slide down over his pubic hair, to his
hardened cock. He moaned deeply as she took his length in her hand.

“Mmmmm,” she said, taking her lips off his nipple. “You are so hard.” She ran her hand up and down his rock-hard erection, feeli
ng the sticky wet tip. His body spasmed as she spread his pre-come around his tip and caressed his cock.

“That’s entirely your fault,” he said in a deep, low voice.

“I’m so glad,” she purred and began stroking him.

His hips started to rock in time with her strokes.