Past – March 2014
I’ve never dated properly. I’ve never met a girl I wanted more with, never met someone I ever felt could mean more to me that way. Until Sloane. She’s unlike any other girl I’ve ever met.
I have no idea what I’m doing. All I know is that she was sitting on my lap the other night, my mouth attached to hers as she grinded on me, and all I could think about was how she deserved better than that. Which was how I ended up blurting out about us having dinner. Now I’m standing in my kitchen, adding the finishing touches to our meal as I wait for her to arrive.
In a perfect world, I’d be able to take Sloane out to a restaurant for our first date, but that would probably get me killed. In a perfect world, I would be able to pick her up, but we both agreed that it would probably be best that we meet here. We don’t know if there’s eyes on us and being seen in the car together is risky. We’ve already taken that risk a couple of times already.
There’s a knock at the door and I wipe my hands on a hand towel before heading to the door. I swing it open and my brain momentarily freezes at the sight in front of me.
Sloane stands with a shy smile on her face, her blonde hair loosely curled and pinned back away from her face, wearing pale pink sundress. She’s fucking breathtaking.
“Hi,” she whispers and bites down on her lower lip.
I step towards her and grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Hey,” I murmur before capturing her lips in a quick kiss. I step back and open the door wider, gesturing for her to come inside.
I let Sloane lead me through the apartment, watching as she takes everything in. My place isn’t exactly personal. There’s a large sectional and a TV in the living room with a dining table to the side, which overlooks the open plan kitchen. There’s no personal touches or photographs hung up on the walls. I try to see the space through her eyes. Does she think it’s too plain? Too impersonal?
“How long have you lived here?”
“Around a year or so. I moved out once I turned eighteen.”
She spins around to face me. “So, what have you cooked for me, Romano?” she asks with a smirk on those pretty lips of hers.
“Figured I couldn’t go wrong with lasagna.”
Her brows rise and her eyes widen. “You actually cooked it?”
I chuckle. “Of course. We were taught to cook all sorts of things growing up. My lasagna is good, but it’ll never beat my dad’s.”
Sloane grins at me, and I feel sappy as fuck saying this, but it lights me up inside.
“Show me the way, chef.”
I shake my head and lead her to the table. I help her sit down before plating up our food in the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of wine. Sloane doesn’t take a bite of her food until I’m seated, and once she does, I’m rewarded with the most erotic sounding moan I’ve ever heard.
Jesus fuck. How the hell am I supposed to get through the night when she’s making sounds like that?
“Good?” I ask with a chuckle, and she gives me a sheepish smile.
“So good.”
We eat in mostly comfortable silence, occasionally making small talk. I usually hate small talk, but with Sloane, I can’t get enough. I want to know how she feels. I want to know her opinion on things. I want to know how she thinks. I want to know what makes her tick.
She’s slowly becoming an obsession that I don’t want to let go of.
She’s slowly worming her way under my skin, and goddamn it, I want more of her.
I want her.
Once we’re finished, I clear the table and watch from the kitchen as she wanders through my living room before stopping at the window and looking down at the city below us.
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to grow up normal?” she asks without turning back to look at me. “Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to grow up in a normal family. To not have to worry about constantly watching my back, to be able to make friends with people without being paranoid about them either targeting me or using me to get close to my family.”
There’s a terse silence as she finishes speaking and I slowly approach her from behind. Once I reach her, I pull her hair onto one shoulder and trail my fingertips down her neck.
“Are you worried about that with me?” I whisper. “That I’m just using you to get to your family?”
She spins around to face me and looks up at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes. They’re like the ocean, pulling me under and drowning me.
“Are you?” Her voice is hard, but there’s an underlying tremble to it that most people probably wouldn’t notice.
Luckily, I’m not most people.
“I say this with every good intention. Sloane, you are the most inconvenient person in my life. I wasn’t looking for you, little warrior, yet here you are. I don’t want you for your family. If anything, I want you in spite of them. I don’t want to get close to you because I want to use you, I want to get close to you because I can’t go a single minute in a day without you popping into my head. I can’t fucking breathe without thinking of you. I want you because you’re the most breathtakingly beautiful soul I’ve ever come across. You make me want to talk to you. You make me smile, and laugh and fuck, Sloane, I don’t do that with anyone. Who you are and who your family is happens to be inconvenient as hell for me, but I want you anyways,” I murmur and tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “The question is, Sloane, do you want me, too?”
She bites down on her bottom lip as she gazes up at me, but doesn’t respond. Instead, she pulls her phone from a pocket in her dress and fiddles with it for a moment before music fills the air. She puts the phone down on the arm of the couch and holds a hand out to me.
“Dance with me?” she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“I don’t dance,” I say, and her face falls momentarily until I murmur, “but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
I take her hand and pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her waist as her arms curl around my neck and her fingers find my hair. We sway in time with the music and I revel in the feel of her body pressed against mine. I bury my head in her shoulder, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of her hair and taking note of how perfect she feels in my arms.
Once the song finishes, I pull back and grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
“I want you, Sloane. Don’t ever doubt that,” I whisper. She gives me a tentative nod, as though she’s still unsure whether I really mean that.
I guess I’ll just have to show her exactly how I feel.
It was only last week that I was adamant in staying away from her. That idea is long gone. I need her like I need air, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to give her up. Not for our families, not for anyone.
I swore I’d always put the famiglia first.
I guess that was a lie.
My head tilts down at the same time Sloane reaches up and presses her lips to mine. Like before, the kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
My hands find her waist once more and I squeeze her hips before letting go and taking a step back.
“C’mon, little warrior. Let’s get a drink,” I grunt before heading to the kitchen. I don’t need to look back to see if Sloane’s following, since I can hear her huff out a breath from behind me. I can’t help but smile at her little show of attitude.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, feigning innocence.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that you keep getting me worked up and then leaving me hanging,” she growls, and it’s fucking adorable.
My scowling little spitfire is getting all flustered, and I love it.
“Patience, baby,” I say with a slight smirk.
“Fuck patience,” she snaps, and I let out a bark of laughter while weighing my options.
I meant what I said—I want to take things slow with her. With her, I want to do things the right way. She deserves that. But then again, she also deserves to be worshipped.
“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll make you come now, but then no more demands until I decide we’re ready, okay? I want to do things the right way, Sloane. I want to prove to you that I want more with you.”
She seems to be weighing her options as she’s silent for a moment as she stares at me from across the kitchen island before she finally huffs, “Deal.”
I don’t wait for her to approach me. Instead, I stalk around the island and pull her to me, taking her mouth with mine in a harsh kiss before spinning us around and backing her against the counter.
“You want to be worshipped, baby?” I ask and lift her onto the island. “You want me to show you how good I can make you feel?”
I slide my hands up her thighs as her hands find my shoulders. My fingertips reach her hips and I make a tsking sound.
“No panties?” I ask. “What exactly were you hoping for tonight, little warrior?”
She laughs. “I came prepared.”
I curse under my breath before helping her lay back so she’s lying on the counter and pulling up her dress. I take her knees and open them, feasting on the sight of her laid bare for me.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I mutter and drag my finger through her arousal. Her smooth, pink skin glistens under the low light of the kitchen and a groan crawls its way up my throat.
“And fucking drenched for me, too.”
I can’t stop myself from bending down and tasting her. And fuck, does she taste good. Her lashes flutter closed as I swipe my tongue across her slit, making a humming noise in the back of my throat as she lets out a raspy groan.
“Mmm. So fucking sweet. You really are perfect, baby,” I groan, lapping at her clit with my tongue.
“You want my fingers?” I ask without lifting my head, letting my hot breath fan against her flesh. She whimpers before whispering, “Yes.”
“Anything you want, baby.”
I mean it. In this moment, she could ask me for fucking anything and I’d find a way to give her it.
I drag my finger against her opening before slowly sliding it inside. She’s so fucking tight, I can’t wait for the day I get to slide my cock in her.
“So tight,” I grit through clenched teeth, until a thought hits me out of nowhere and I freeze, momentarily panicked.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. If she hasn’t, I haven’t exactly taken things slow for her.
She huffs out a laugh. “I’m not a virgin, Marco.”
Usually, I’d be sighing in relief. But not with her. The thought of her being with someone else has my jaw clenching. I have to smother the urge to demand the names of every man who’s ever touched her so I can hunt the idiots down. Idiots who had this girl right within their grasp and somehow let her go.
It doesn’t matter who she’s been with, because I’m about to ruin her for anyone else.
I double my efforts, devouring her clit with my mouth while adding another finger. I fuck her with my fingers, making sure to curve them so I can hit that magic spot while she writhes beneath me.
“So good,” she whimpers and tilts her hips upwards, trying to fuck my hand faster.
I groan at the sweet taste of her, my cock hard and leaking in my slacks as I continue to feast on her. I quicken the pace of my fingers until her walls are clenching around them and I can tell she’s right on the edge of that cliff.
“Marco,” she whines and fuck. My name, on her lips, in that voice, is going to be my fucking undoing.
I take her clit between my teeth and gently bite down on it, throwing her over the edge. The erotic sounds she makes have me falling right along with her as I spill in my boxers just from the sight of her.
No one has ever had that effect on me. Ever.
This girl is going to destroy me from the inside out.
My hands clench the counter on either side of her thighs as I fight to catch my breath.
“Jesus,” she whispers once she finally comes back to herself. I can’t help but laugh at her wide eyes and frazzled state.
“Happy now, baby?”
She chuckles and shakes her head before reaching for me. Her hands go to my belt, but I grip her hand, pausing her movements.
“I told you, little warrior. We’re doing this the right way,” I say, and she scowls at me. “Besides, just the sight of you coming undone for me was enough to push me over the edge.”
Her mouth drops open in shock and it takes everything in me not to burst into laughter at her expression.
“You came?” she asks, bewildered.
“Baby, you have no idea of the effect you have on me. You’re fucking beautiful when you come, you know that?”
She bites down on her lip and I reach up to release it with my thumb.
“From now on, the only one who gets to bite that lip of yours is me, okay?”
Her lips tip up in a smile which I take as an agreement before I press my lips to hers and let her taste herself. Before things can, once again, go too far, I pull back and readjust her dress.
“You’re exquisite, baby. Now let’s get you home, huh?”
She shakes her head with a laugh.
I could get used to hearing that sound.
