Chapter Forty-Four
“Come here,” I whisper, getting off his lap and taking one step backward, my eyes never leaving his, and I grab Angelo by his shirt.
Pulling him onto me, I press my mouth against his, parting my lips and brushing my tongue against his, half unbuttoning, half pulling his shirt out—again—my fingers eager to expose his chest.
My eyes take in the perfect shape of his pectorals, the irresistible ridges in his abs.
He grabs my hair viciously in his fist, pulls my head back and leans toward me, starts kissing down my chin toward my neck; once there, he nibbles at the soft skin gently.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shiver up my spine.
I close my eyes as I feel his lips against my neck, my rational mind slo
