Twisted Desire (13 page)

Oh, who was I kidding? I’d already fallen.

“Penny?”
he broke through my thoughts. “Tell me.”

I looked up at him, and my heart slammed inside my chest when I saw the blatant lust in his eyes. He knew he was affecting me, and it obviously was affecting him. I twisted my hair tighter around my finger.

“Well,”
I hesitated, not sure how much of my thoughts to tell him. “It’s just… I don’t know.”

He ducked so his eyes were looking straight into mine. “Yes you do, querida. Tell me.”

His gaze was so intense; it felt like I was going to pull the hair around my finger out before long with how much I was twisting it around. My mouth was suddenly like a dam, my words the water bursting through.

“Remember you asked for this,”
I started, my chest heaving with each nervous breath I took. “You’re making me nervous because I don’t know where I stand with you. Last week you kissed me and then told me you were bad news, that nothing was going to happen between us. Now,”
I paused, taking a deep breath. “Now you’re standing right in front of me, flirting with me, lust in your eyes, and I don’t know how to take it. You’re not being fair, and it completely makes me nervous and throws me off center, dammit.”

I stopped my diarrhea of the mouth experiment and dared to quickly look up at him, to see his reaction. His hand was still pressed to the wall, his large arm caging me in on one side. His eyes were bright with amusement, or so it seemed, and his lips were showing a ghost of a smile.
 

I had no idea if this was good or bad.

Suddenly his finger was lifting my chin even higher and his lips were headed for mine. My eyes widened at the realization of what he was doing, but before I could say anything, his lips pressed against mine in a sweet and tender kiss.

His finger left my chin, tracing my jaw as he placed that hand against my cheek, his other hand joining my head on the other side so his hands were framing my face. I sighed as I melted into this kiss, so different than the kiss he’d given me last week. His lips molded to mine in a slow yet sexy way and his hands tightened around my face as he tilted my head to the side. His fingers combed through my scalp, his tongue finally escaping his mouth and sliding against the seam of my lips.

With no hesitation, I opened my mouth to let it in, and he uttered a low growl. My knees buckled hearing that, and his arms instantly shot out to wrap around my waist, lifting me off the floor and then pinning me against the wall. I moaned at the sensation and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, my tongue plunging into his mouth, more than ready to join in.

I felt my back hit the wall harder as he slammed his body into me, his kiss now nothing of the sweet seduction it had been a minute before. His mouth was hot on mine, sending pleasurable tingles all the way down to my toes. His hands were tight on my sides, his fingers massaging as he lifted me higher against the wall. I never wanted the moment to end.

All too soon it did though, with Tag ripping his mouth from mine. We both were breathing heavy, neither of us talking as we tried to come down from the high of our kiss. He set me down on the ground, and I slumped against the wall, barely able to hold myself up. I had kissed guys before, but none of them came close in comparison to what Tag just made me feel.

“Querida.”

I lifted my eyes to look at him and almost moaned again when I saw his own eyes were still full of undeniable passion. What was he going to say? My heart suddenly started pounding for another reason, and the fear he would reject me again slithered up my throat.

He lifted his hand to my cheek, running his thumb back and forth. “I’m a fool, a damn, sad fool,”
he said in a whisper. I stayed quiet because I had no idea what to say to that. I tried to look back down to the floor but that finger slid down my face and kept my head looking up.

“Don’t look away from me, please,”
he said gruffly, looking intently in my eyes. “You taste so good. You feel so good. I’m a fool because I can’t stay away anymore. I can’t stop doing this.”
He leaned in again and took my lips in a deep kiss, making me lose all thought. His hands framed my face again as his tongue dove in my mouth and swept all around.
 

Something sparked in me, and I knew right then that if I didn’t pursue this, he’d stop it, and I couldn’t let that happen.
 

I copied his hands and placed my own on the sides of his face, roughly pulling him closer to me. I felt him jolt in surprise, then heat soar through me as he plunged his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss. He pushed me hard against the wall again, his erection pressing firmly against my tummy. I groaned at the feel of him and felt him smile against my lips.

“See what you do to me, Penny Santoro,”
he told me gruffly against my mouth. His hands left my hair and cupped my ass, lifting me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his middle. He pushed himself against me, making me hit the wall hard again, causing me to gasp. He drove his hips into mine over and over as his tongue mimicked his actions, plunging in and out of my mouth.

He suddenly twisted around, hands still on my ass, and carried me over to the bed. I held on to his neck as he came down with me, never breaking the kiss. I had never been more turned on in my entire life, and I’d be damned if anything, including Tag himself, was going to stop this.

Chapter 13

I followed her down on the bed, not breaking our kiss. At this point, nothing was going to break it. The only thing that could stop me from moving forward was Penny herself. The moment she pushed me aside or said stop, I was done. No way in hell I’d ever force a woman, especially this one.
 

She held on to my neck tight, as if she was afraid I’d disappear into thin air. I eased onto my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her and slanted my mouth over hers even more. When she scooted her chest up closer to me and tugged on the back of my head to bring me closer to her, I groaned and drove my tongue deeper into her mouth.

I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted her. All of her.

I needed to be inside Penny Santoro.

I shifted my weight as I tore my lips from her mouth and started to kiss down her face to her jaw. She moaned as she bent her head back, giving me more access to her sweet skin. I smiled as I traveled farther and farther down, reaching the soft skin above the top of her white tank top. My hands were itching to touch her, really touch her, but suddenly I was nervous, afraid it would scare her.
 

She must have noticed my hesitation because she framed my face with her hands, making me look at her.

“Don’t,”
she whispered. “Don’t hesitate. I want this—I want you.”

That was all I needed.

I lowered my head and lightly brushed my lips to hers before going back to where I’d stopped. Looking in her eyes, I placed my hands on her stomach, slowly pushing them inside, underneath her tank. She closed her eyes as I began to touch her, to run my hands over her soft skin.

My cock pressed hard against my jeans at just the feel of her. She was my idea of heaven. I’d never felt anything more incredible in my life.
 

I pressed my lips to her flat stomach, lightly licking a trail around her navel. When I felt something cold against my tongue, I raised my head to look. Shining back at me was a diamond stud pierced in her belly button.
 
My eyes widened in surprise. How had I never seen this piercing until now?

Her hand suddenly covered it, making me look at her.
 

“You hate it,”
she muttered so softly I barely caught it.

“Are you kidding me? It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, querida. I love it.”

I dropped my head back down and slowly sucked the stud into my mouth, tracing it with my tongue. The gasp of pleasure that came from her mouth only edged me on more. I released it from my mouth, making a small
pop
with my mouth, and continued to lick my way up her tummy, my hands finally reaching the undersides of her breasts.

I lightly touched at first, not believing this was actually happening. I wanted to savor each moment, sear it in my mind. I knew the chances of ever touching her like this again were small. I had to take my time, I had to remember each and every touch, moan, and gasp I gave her.

When my patience ran out, I lifted my lips from her skin as I reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. She arched her back to help me, making me growl as I pushed the cups up her chest. Once they were out of the way, I couldn’t get my lips around a nipple fast enough.
 

My blood rushed straight to my cock as I took the pink bud into my mouth, lightly sucking. Her fingers were suddenly on my shoulders, digging into my skin. As I suckled harder, her head started to twist from side to side, and the pressure of her fingers on my shoulders deepened.
 

I loved it.

I released it and immediately went to the other, not wasting time on being gentle. I tugged at it with my teeth, and then laved it with my tongue, circling it over and over. My lips fastened around it, sucking so hard, I made her scream.

My hand immediately went to her mouth, lightly covering it as a huge grin came over my face. “As much as I love hearing that, querida, the last thing I want is for someone to hear you and think you were in trouble.”
Her hand instantly went and covered my hand on her mouth, her eyes wide.
 

“Do you think anyone heard?”
she squeaked out.

Removing my hand from her mouth, I clasped hers in it and raised it above her head. “No.”
I didn’t have more to say; I had things to do. I crushed my mouth to hers, reached for her other hand,
 
joined it with mine, and pinned both above her head. I took her lower lip between my teeth and gently pulled, then licked the tiny part where I bit, making her shudder beneath me.

It was time to get rid of her tank top and bra altogether. I sat up and pulled on her hands, jolting her to a sitting position. Her eyes looked huge as she wondered what the hell I was doing. Without saying a word, I took hold of the bottom of her tank and yanked it over her head, then pulled her loosened bra straps down her arms, chucking it on the floor. When I finally got to look at her, just
her
, it literally blew me away.
 

“Penelope Santoro,”
I breathed out, “you are so beautiful.”

She gave a shy smile and then shocked me when one of her hands darted out, cupped behind my neck, and slammed me to her, her lips crushing mine in a searing kiss. I followed along, taking the lead by pressing her back down on the bed and filling my hand with one of her beautiful tits, kneading it over and over in my hand.

She arched up into my hand, her own pressing me closer to her mouth, hungrily moving her mouth over mine in a bruising kiss. This side of her was catching me off guard, but damn if I didn’t love it. The girl was aggressive in bed, which suddenly made me wonder how many times she’d done this before.

Breaking our kiss, I lifted my head and asked her. “How many guys have you been with, querida?”

It was the worst timing, and by the look in her eye, insulting too, which I didn’t intend. “I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking,”
she answered, her hand still around my neck.

“Have there been many?”

She lowered her eyes, which made me nervous. Had she been with a lot of guys? Just the thought had me clenching my jaw.

“No.”

No? Relief soared through me. “Tell me, please.”

She raised her eyes to look at me, apprehension all over them. “Two. Does that bother you? I know what I’m doing, I promise.”

Groaning, I smiled and leaned down to give her a kiss. “Oh querida, trust me, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. And hell, no, it doesn’t bother me. Just the opposite, in fact.”

I was done with talking. Clamping my mouth over one of her nipples, I sucked and sucked harder, making her cry out and flail on the bed. Her hands went to the top of my short-sleeved button down, shirt, and I nearly lost my load when after a squeeze of her tit and lick of her nipple, she cried out and ripped my shirt open, sending the buttons flying across the room.