“What is it?” I asked breathlessly. I had no doubt that he wanted to make love in the limo. Or maybe he had an idea of how to manage our former allies? He was a brilliant tactician, after all. “I’m all ears.”
“Let’s sneak away for a few days.”
“What?”
“Let’s go out of town. Angelique is safe. No one sees her as a threat. And she is a Salerno. She is protected by three families.”
“That is true.”
“We are the problem,” he said as he continued to touch me softly. It was driving me absolutely insane. He knew exactly how to tease and arouse me, damn him.
“Also true,” I said, trying to ignore the fact that my nipples were hard and my sex was throbbing.
“So, let’s leave. Go down the coast. Swim in the ocean. Make love all day.” His eyes were on my mouth. “We deserve a few days of peace before we deal with this.”
“Well, when you put it that way . . .” I breathed as he leaned toward me, kissing me deeply. I gasped as he lifted his head, toying with my nipples and moving his lips to my throat.
“We have a little time,” he murmured against my ear. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Oh . . .” I moaned as he rubbed the line between my nether lips. I rocked my hips into his hand, feeling like a cat begging to be scratched.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes . . . please.”
“Hmm, take these off,” he said, suddenly going into boss mode.
“What about you?” I asked as I looked him over, noting the large tent in his pants. He raised the tinted windows to give us some privacy.
“Just you. You can take care of me later.”
“Are you sure?” I asked as he arranged me on the long seat of the limo, spreading my legs wide and throwing one over his shoulder.
“Yes, I need to taste you,” he breathed against my bare flesh, sending shivers through me. I gasped as he began to tongue me, exploring my folds with a delicate touch. He reached up to play with my nipples through my silk shirt and bra. Somehow, being half dressed like this was even filthier. Having him pleasure me like this, with our guards so nearby, it felt forbidden. Wrong. But impossibly right.
We were a couple of teenagers, getting away with something naughty.
“Vince,” I whispered as he continued to taunt me, dragging things out. He hadn’t even touched my clit yet or tried to move his finger or tongue inside me. “Please!”
“Patience, my love. I am enjoying a fine meal. I prefer to savor it. I will not be rushed.”
I groaned in frustration. I knew we didn’t have much time. We would be in the city soon!
Finally, he began to pleasure me more thoroughly. He pushed his tongue inside me, lightly brushing my clit back and forth with his thumb. I was so close to erupting that I nearly screamed in frustration when he stopped and switched positions. Now his hot mouth was on my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against me while his long, elegant finger penetrated me. He hooked his finger, scooping it upward inside me so that he touched my G spot with every stroke.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”
I came hard, crying out without thought of who might be listening. Vince’s hand clamped over my mouth as he continued his meal. I could tell he was laughing as he plundered me, lapping at my quivering flesh without pausing. He slid another finger inside me. Within seconds, I was coming again.
I bit his hand, but he didn’t stop working me with his fingers, mouth, and tongue. He didn’t stop until I had come a third time.
By that time, I was as limp as cooked spaghetti. We had finished just in time. The limo had just slowed as it started to traverse the city grid. I barely had time to slip my pants back on and try to compose myself before the door opened to one of my men standing there to see me to the door.
“I’ll pick you up at five. Pack lightly. Lots of lingerie,” Vincent whispered with a smirk after he had seen me inside. “I plan to take you up on your offer on the ride down the coast.”
Chapter Forty-Nine
Vincent
“Hmm. That’s good. That’s so good, ’Cesca.”
I rumpled her silky hair as she ran her tongue over me. I hissed in pleasure as she took me into her mouth and sucked, then stopped and returned to the teasing nibbles she’d been subjecting me to for some time now.
“Woman,” I growled, tugging on her collar. She only took it off to shower and sleep. She was doing it for me. And I loved her even more than I already had for it.
“Hmm . . . perhaps you have suffered enough,” she said with a wicked smile. She began again, this time with more pressure, taking me fully into her delicious, hot mouth.