Cuff Me(71)

Only then did he give her what she wanted.

Vincent waited until she’d once more met his eyes.

Then he licked her.

Slow and slick, his tongue worked over her, learning what she liked and where she liked it.

Jill’s hands found his hair, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and Vincent swore softly against her wet flesh.

His cock pressed hard and angry against the fly of his jeans, and he reached down to adjust himself even as his tongue fluttered over her.

“Vin.” Her voice was breathier now. Panicked.

In response he slid his hands beneath her ass, pulling her all the way against his mouth as she exploded in a torrent of sharp cries and maybe a few naughty words.

Vincent kissed his way up her body. He’d planned to give her a few minutes to recover, but her hands were already at his waistband, her fingers making quick work of the buttons on his jeans before sliding those and his briefs over his ass.

He started to pull back to pull them off, but her hands held his hips.

“Now.”

Vincent let out a harsh, tortured laugh. “Condom. Tell me you have condoms.”

“I do.” Her thumb ran over his lip. “I’m also on the pill, and just got tested for all the fun stuff.”

He groaned against her neck, because he too checked out these things on a regular basis, and the thought of sliding inside her, skin on skin…

Vin rolled on top of her, hands sliding beneath her hips as he angled her just right…

He thrust inside her with one firm, smooth stroke that had her arching off the bed.

So. Fucking. Tight.

And perfect. She was perfect.

When he was all the way buried inside her, he stayed perfectly still, feeling her clamp around him, his breath hot and urgent against her neck.

He pulled his hips back slowly before thrusting forward again. Repeated the process again, pulling out slowly, thrusting in hard. And again. Jill picked up his rhythm immediately.

Vincent tried to keep the pace slow and deliberate, but when Jill’s legs lifted, her ankles locked around his ass, arching up to him, he lost it.

His hands held her hips, pinned her lower body to the bed as he buried himself again and again in her small, hot body.

He came harder than he ever had before, erupting with an inhuman roar as he exploded inside her.

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

His mind went blank with pleasure then, and when consciousness finally returned, he was slumped on top of her and she was moving uncomfortably beneath him.

He pulled back. “Sorry.” His voice was gruff. “Too heavy?”

“No,” she said, her own voice raspy. “It’s just… your buttons.”

Vincent glanced down and let out a little laugh as he realized that he was still completely clothed, his pants down around his knees like a high school virgin who couldn’t wait even five seconds longer.

He rolled off her, starting to pull his pants back up, but her small fingers wrapped around his wrist.

“What are you doing?”

His eyebrows lifted. “Getting dressed?”

Hers lifted right back. “Take it off, Moretti. All of it.”

The command was casual—joking, but the sentiment behind it…

“You want me to… stay?”

Goddamn, but he hated how hopeful his voice sounded.

Still, he braced himself for her to kick him out. To tell him that this had been a mistake, a onetime fling to scratch the itch…

She smiled, slow and intimate.

“Yeah. I want you to stay.”





CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO


Jill was resting lazily on Vincent’s chest when her phone on the nightstand buzzed.

She reached for it, feeling both a flicker of guilt and amusement at the text message on her screen.

“Tom said he forgives you for almost breaking his nose.”

Vincent’s hand clamped around her wrist as he lifted the hand holding her cell phone up to his face. “Tell me you’re not texting your ex while you’re lying naked beside me.”

“Of course not,” she said, pressing her lips to his shoulder. Then she did it again, just because she could. “He’s texting me.”

Vincent made a growling noise and plucked the phone out of her hand, tossing it back on the nightstand before he rolled over her.

She ran her fingers over his shoulders, surprising herself with the greedy need to touch him. Jill wiggled beneath him suggestively, noting the unmistakable flare of heat in his eyes.

But instead of taking the hint, he stared… no, glared… down at her.

“Jill.”

She froze at the serious note in his voice, her hands falling back weakly to the bed. She had a pretty good idea what was coming, and even though it was a conversation that needed to happen, she was dreading it.

Still, his voice was gentle, and his gaze softened slightly as he looked down at her, so that helped.

Vincent propped his elbows on either side of her head. “Tell me.”

She brought her hands to rest on his forearms. “Tell you…”

He toyed with a strand of her hair. “What happened with Tom?”

Jill licked her lips. “It… it didn’t work out.”

“Obviously. But I need a bit more than that. I just slept with a woman who up until a few hours ago I thought was engaged. Hell, up until two weeks ago you were engaged.”