Vengeance Aside (Wanted Men 0.5)(56)

Well, not in love in love, she distractedly corrected, but in such a powerful lust it was crazy.

She moved forward and came down on her knees at her accommodating mobster’s feet.

“The money you’ll get used to,” he continued. “And if you have free time to laze by the pool while I’m working, take it, because once the children come, you’re going to wish for those empty days. Or so I’ve heard.” He twirled a piece of her hair around his finger. “My father is going to love you, and I can jerk off just as well as the next guy if you’d like to wait to have sex. Now, that’s not to say I’ll enjoy the wait, but, until you realize fucking me isn’t some sort of payment option, I don’t want your pussy. Because, yes, that’s very fucked up.”

As his deep voice feathered into her ears to soothe her worries, she held his lazy stare and trailed her hands up and down his hard thighs. “Know what, Mr. Murdery?” she whispered as she leaned in to press her aching breasts into his lap. She placed a kiss on his chest where his shirt was open. Her first. She slipped her tongue out for a brief second to taste him and shivered when he stroked his hand over her hair.

“What.”

“When our children come to me with a problem, I’m going to take them by the hand and lead them straight to their father.” He inhaled sharply, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of what she’d said or because she’d gotten her hands between them and was fingering the buckle of his belt. She slid the leather through and undid the clasp. “Because you’re going to be amazing with them, and that’s incredibly sexy.” She undid the fastener on his pants and inched the zipper down. She kissed his chest again. “I’d like to see you.”

“I’d like to see you.”

“Me first.”

He nodded at her body. “Get rid of the dress. That’s it. Just the dress.”

She scraped her fingernail across the length of his erection, her mouth watering to taste. To tease. To satisfy. Her stomach dropped and rolled with nerves at the thought.

She got up and pulled the stretchy material of her dress down one arm.

“Slowly, Dale. Let me savor this.”

She glanced up from his chest to see him rubbing the tips of his fingers across his lips. His arm was still over the back of the sofa, but his legs were splayed to the sides now.

A king.

She was going to procreate with a king.

Inching the sleeve the rest of the way off, she talked because she felt self-conscious. “A year after Oma died, I asked my mom about getting a headstone for her grave. She told me if I wanted one so bad I could always ‘start dancing because those girls make enough money to buy any stupid shit they want.’” She pushed the dress down to her hips as Lukas’s darkening eyes met hers. “I’m sorry I can’t do this any sexier. Had I taken my mom’s advice, I’d have been one broke peeler.”

“Stop putting yourself down,” he ordered in a voice so rough it was like sandpaper over her tingling skin.

Hooking her thumbs into the material, she wriggled her hips to draw his attention then slid the dress down and off. She shook it out and laid it over the table behind her, making sure to take her time bending over so he’d get a good view of her backside. Doing yoga every day did more for her than keep her sane.

She heard the creak of leather and then felt warm hands stroke down her back, over her ass, and down her legs to her ankles. His mouth landed on her right cheek, and as his hands roamed up her front, skimming over her thighs and midriff to come up and cup her breasts, he bit her just hard enough to make her gasp. Her eyes slid closed as he laved the spot with his tongue.

Wanting to do the same to a particular part of his body, she turned in his arms. He pressed his face to her flat navel.

“Tell me you know this is real.”

Ignoring him, she pushed at his shoulders and came down. “I want you in my mouth. But I’ve never done this before, so you have to help me.” Her hands were grabbed before she could pull his pants open.

“Excuse me?”

She kept her eyes on the glimpse of skin she could see where the edge of his shirt had pulled free from his pants. “I want you in my mouth,” she repeated, not brave enough to say it any other way.

“You’ve never sucked a co—performed a blowjob?” he corrected at the last second.

Her face blew hot. “No. I…haven’t dated much, and casual sex didn’t have a point, so…”

He groaned and dropped his head back. “Magdalena. If you honestly think you’re not bringing anything into this relationship, you couldn’t be more wrong. And I’m not talking blowjobs.”

She smiled at the reassurance, and, surprisingly, didn’t need details. Didn’t really want them because she would just find a way to disregard them.

“That dimple of yours is turning me into a weak man.”

She looked up from the bulge hidden from her view to see him glowering at her. She smiled wider and pulled his pants apart while putting a hand inside to scoop out his hard length.

The softness in the air bled out as a sharp-edged desire took her over at the sight of one magnificent cock. Long, thick, and topped with a perfectly shaped head. She wrapped both hands around him and stroked only once before opening her fingers and kissing up the front.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered between her lingering pecks.