Why wouldn’t she let him touch her? He wanted to make her feel as good as she was making him feel.
Not giving her a chance to brush him away again, he rolled to his side, knocking her off, as he dove for her sex, not stopping until his mouth tasted their mixed flavor. She let out a startled yelp, but he pressed her thighs wide and delved his tongue between her folds.
“Wait!” she yelled, but he shook his head, set on making her come. “Giovanni…”
He groaned against her tender flesh, licking and tasting every secret inch of her. Her moans contradicted her struggle and her touch volleyed between holding him to her and trying to push him away. She obviously liked it, so why would she fight it?
She was such an ongoing contradiction and he wanted to figure her out. Right after he drank her pleasure to the last drop.
Her body shuddered and she cried out, sweet honey drenching his lips as he kissed her some more. He never enjoyed doing this to a woman as much as he enjoyed doing it to Erin. There was something about her, more than her sharp taste or her sweet scent. It was Erin. Hard, prickly, severe, waspish Erin. But here, in this little slice of heaven between her legs, she was all soft, delicate femininity.
Her fingers combed through his hair, pulling and fisting, but he didn’t back off. His fingers pressed and teased where his mouth couldn’t reach. He suckled and kissed, loving the feel of her arousal on his lips and the sound of her pleasure in his ears.
Her legs locked around him as she arched against the bed and moaned, more uninhibited than he’d ever heard her before. The more she gave of herself the more he wanted of her.
Greedily, he fed his fingers into her and sucked her swollen bud. His body thrust against the mattress, wanting back inside of her but he wasn’t finished yet. He needed to wring one more release from her.
“One more, baby. Give me one more.”
She twisted away from him, and he fumbled backward. Her foot pressed to his chest, shoving him away.
He scowled at the way she practically kicked him off of her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not your baby.”
God, she could be such a bitch about the dumbest things. Fine. She didn’t like being called baby. He caught her ankle and dragged her back to him. “I wasn’t finished.”
“I want to have sex.”
He did too, but he was having fun and was in no rush to reach the end. “We will. Come here.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach and she yanked a hunk of his hair hard. “Ouch! What the hell, Erin?”
He scowled into the dark, rubbing his head where she jerked his hair.
“Forget it. I’m done.”
“What? Wait a minute.”
She scooted off the bed and he fumbled to find the lamp. The light kicked on and she stood at the dresser, naked and stunning.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. We were having fun a second ago and suddenly you’re kicking and scratching me like a cat being dunked into a bucket of water. What happened?”
“Nothing. I’m just over it.” She snatched the T-shirt off the floor, tugging it over her body.
“Well, I’m not.”
“Tough shit.”
“Do me a favor, Erin, don’t be a bitch to me while I can still taste your orgasm on my lips.”
She spun, hurling the picture of the desert at him, but he ducked and the frame smashed into the wall. “Get out!”
He sprung to his feet, suddenly under attack. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing! Just leave me alone! I just want to be left the fuck alone!”
Unsure what else to do, he grabbed her with both arms and hugged her tight, preventing her from throwing anything else.
“Let go of me!” She tried to shove him off, but he only held tighter.
“Stop,” he commanded, keeping his voice level, unsure what brought this on, but pretty certain it had very little to do with him. “Just stop. Take a breath.”
Every breath in and out of her lungs shook her body. She fought his hold, but he refused to let go. Maybe it was the stress of losing her dad or maybe she was scared about all the stuff she had to now handle. She’d mentioned fighting with Harrison earlier. Maybe her brother said something mean to her.
“You can talk to me,” he whispered, but that only made her angrier.
She bit him when he wouldn’t let go.
“Fuck!” He changed tactics and shoved her to the bed, forcing her to her stomach and pinning her arms at her side. “Do not bite me.”
She stilled. A lone tear trailing down her nose.
Softening his voice, he said, “I’d never hurt you, Erin, so please don’t hurt me.”
Her eyes closed and she sucked in a breath, a shuddered sob escaping her. He eased his weight off of her and she curled into a ball. He pulled her onto his lap, she stiffened but quickly gave up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting out a wail she seemed to have been holding inside for far too long.