The Enforcer (Untamed Hearts Book 3)(21)

“With you?” He raised his eyebrows and looked down at her body once more. “I like it all.” His hand slid up her rib cage slowly, making goose bumps dance over her skin, his touch soft and torturous at the same time. “I wanna worship you one time and pull your hair the next.” He brushed his thumb over her nipple, making her suck in a hard breath. “I like all the flavors of Brianna. It’s the only thing I was ever really sure about. Needing you.”

She considered that for a moment, before she admitted, “Well, I like all the flavors of Tino. So I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“No, Bri, I know.” He tried to pull away, but she held on. “I’m still f*cked-up. I’m probably more f*cked-up. Miami f*cked me up. You have no idea how much Miami f*cked me up. It churned up a lotta old shit.”

“What do you want?” she asked rather than question him about Miami. She pulled Tino closer and pressed her forehead against his. “Right now. In this moment. What do you want? You want to bend me over and f*ck me until I’m begging? Or do you want to stay here and lick me until your knees hurt? You choose. I want you to choose, baby. I’ll be any flavor of Brianna you want tonight.”

Tino’s breath caught. He cupped her face too, leaving the two of them clinging to each other, their foreheads pressed so close together that their hard breathing mingled over the thrum of water.

“I missed you.” Tino’s voice cracked with emotion. His eyes were glassy as Tino and Brianna stayed there, hidden from a life that wanted to hurt them both. The corner of that shower in West Virginia felt like the only safe place in the entire world, because it was just the two of them. He tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear and admitted, “I just missed you. Missed you so f*cking much. So much I don’t even know how I lasted four years. Sober. Jesus.”

She remembered that one moment where she wanted to let David choke the life out of her rather than keep living and sighed. “Ditto.”

Then they were kissing, with Tino’s tongue pushing past her lips and his fingers in her hair. There was nothing choreographed about any of it, when everything Tino did in the bedroom had always been about calculated seduction, too smooth, too perfect, too well trained, but this wasn’t that.

This was inelegant and needy, with shaking hands brushing over slick skin, and Brianna found herself in Tino’s lap, his hard cock trapped between their straining bodies as she pulled his hair too and arched into him.

He slid his fingers between her folds without warning, feeling for himself just how wet and needy she was. How desperately she had missed him. How easily he could make her ache. She might have been embarrassed if Tino didn’t groan against her lips. Then he let his head fall against the wall while he felt her, teasing her, making the shivers of pleasure dance down her spine as he got his fingers sticky with her desire as if he liked the feel of it.

He pushed one in, and Brianna crumpled against him. She dragged her tongue up the curve of his neck and then breathed in the trace of his cologne still lingering on his skin.

Tino had always smelled so crisp and clean and distinctly male. The scent memory alone would have been enough to get her wet, but when he pushed another finger in deep, stretching her and then curving both up until he found that place inside her that made her legs shake, she gave up. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into the muscled flesh in a way that made Tino grunt under her.

Jesus, she was going to come just from him touching her.

Not only come, but come hard. He touched her in exactly the right way, and it had been so long, so very long, she had almost forgotten how easy pleasure was for Tino.

Too easy.

Yet she was still moaning and pushing against his hand, letting Tino finger-f*ck her to one of those sharp, hard orgasms only he could give her. It made her feel eighteen again, wet and needy and completely careless of anything else in the world but one more touch, another sharp spike of pleasure until she was nothing but a raging ball of need.

He started kissing her neck, encouraging her in a broken combination of Italian and English. “Sei bellissima. Do it for me.” He sucked on her earlobe, his voice a low rasp of pleasure. “Solo io.” He ran his hand farther up her spine, until he was tangling his fingers in her wet hair and pulling her head back. Then he leaned down, sucking on one of her tits, his teeth tugging at one sensitive nipple before he whispered, “Solo noi.”

She came, brazenly, in a way she forgot she could, with one of those bone-deep orgasms that made her entire body quake from the force of it. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as her * clenched around Tino’s fingers, and she dug her nails deeper into his shoulders.

Tino rode out the storm with her, until she fell over him, now extra touchy-feely as the pleasure waned out to tiny jolts of bliss because his fingers were still in her, and she was still tightening her muscles around them just to cherish the fading tide of ecstasy.

She caressed his back, savoring the feel of slick muscles that were still tight with pent-up desire. Then she pulled back a little, staring down between their bodies, admiring the way his tan hand looked over the smooth lines of her *, watching the water running down the deep ridges of his abdominal muscles.

She touched the O in the Omertà tattoo lovingly.

Brianna was the one to pull Tino’s hand away from her. She tightened her hold on his wrist as she met his dark gaze. Then she slowly brought his hand to her mouth, entranced with the way his breath caught as she sucked his sticky fingers. His eyelids fell to half-mast as he let out a low groan. Then he fisted her hair with his other hand and pushed his fingers in deeper, letting her suck them.