Hidden Devotion (Trinity Masters #5)(31)

“Stop laughing.” His voice was muffled and he made no attempt to move.

“I’m not laughing,” she lied.

Franco rolled onto his back. His expression was a mix of sheepish and resigned.

“At least this time you didn’t knock me down.”

Franco got to his feet, looking around her room. His brows rose as he took in the piles of clothes and stacks of bins.

“This is what I was going to tell you—my room is a bit of a mess.”

“Do you live out of plastic bins?”

“I don’t really live here.” The interlude hadn’t cooled her desire, only muted it. “But that’s not what I want to talk about.”

Franco must have heard the change in her tone. He looked over in time to see her strip off her sweatshirt. Her bra wasn’t fancy, but based on Franco’s reaction it didn’t matter.

He reached for her but Juliette danced back out of his reach. “Nuh-uh. You next. Take off your shirt.”

Franco stripped off everything above the waist. He had nice pecs and a flat stomach. A line of dark hair trailed from his bellybutton to the waistband of his pants.

Juliette stripped off her socks and Franco mirrored her action, removing his shoes and socks. When she reached for her leggings, he stopped her.

“No, let me.”

He ran one finger up her arm, across her shoulder and then down her sternum. She shivered when his finger slid over her abdomen. When he finally reached for her pants, Juliette had to fight the urge to grab him and force him to move faster.

Franco dropped to his knees then used both hands to slide her leggings and underwear down.

It was shocking and arousing to be exposed before him, especially because his mouth was so close to her sex. She was wet and throbbing, ready for his hands, mouth and cock.

When the fabric pooled around her ankles she kicked it away. Franco ran his hands up the outside of her legs. Cupping her hipbones in his palms, he rubbed his thumbs along the line of her pubic hair.

Juliette tangled her fingers in his hair and gently tugged, asking without words for him to do more, take more.

When he pressed against the inside of her knees, she spread her legs.

“Tell me what you like,” he said. Then his fingers were on her, in her. He stroked the seam of her sex then dipped his thumb in. Juliette gasped, throwing her head back.

His thumb settled on her clit, rubbing in small, hard circles. Arousal shifted from a slow burn to a fiery need, the kind of desire that could not be denied or ignored.

“Put your fingers in me,” she demanded. “Please,” she begged.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you. I want you.” His thumb continued the maddening circles over her clit. The orgasm was building—each moment, each movement, ratcheting it tighter inside her.

“You’re wet; very wet.”

“I need you in me.”

“And I need to be in you. But first I want to see you come.”

Franco slid one finger into her. Juliette’s body clamped down, the pleasure both startling and long-awaited.

“More,” she pleaded.

In response, he pressed a second finger deep inside then removed his thumb from her clit. She was about to protest when he dipped his head down, fastening his mouth over the bundle of nerves. His tongue was at first softer than his fingers, but when he started to flick her clit, the sensations were hard and sharp.

He pulled back to take a deep breath. “I can feel you clenching around my fingers.”

“Either finish me now or get on the bed and f*ck me.”

“I’d planned to keep you like this, querida.” His thumb returned to her clit, this time circling. The touch was enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to give her the sweet release she needed. “Take off your bra.” His voice was rich and dark.

Juliette released his hair and stripped off her last piece of clothing. Her nipples were hard. Even the whisper of air from the heating system was enough to have her moaning and licking her lips.

“Touch them.”

Juliette closed her eyes and obeyed. In the darkness behind her lids, the world was full of mellow, rich colors and the warm sound of his voice. She cupped and massaged her breasts before lightly pinching her nipples.

“Harder,” he demanded.

She could feel him watching her, knew from his tone that the sight of her playing with her own breasts was arousing him.

Opening her eyes, she watched him as she pulled hard on her nipples, hard enough that she gasped and moaned. Franco’s gaze went from her breasts to her face and back again. He was dark and intense. Focused. As if she were the only woman in the world.

Devon.

Unbidden, an image of Devon flashed through her mind. He was the only other one who’d looked at her with that level of intensity. The memory of his touch, his expression as he slid into her, the sound of his breath in her ear as he came, flooded her consciousness. Rather than detract from her current experience the memory enhanced it, notching her desire up another level.

Her legs started to shake. Juliette had to brace her hands on Franco. Guilt lanced through her when she looked down at him—she shouldn’t be thinking about Devon right now.

“Bed.” Franco rolled to his feet and started shucking his pants. Juliette threw the messy covers onto the floor.

Franco’s cock, once free of his pants, was a sight to behold. It was thick and dark, the foreskin already retracted, the head glistening.