Boldly, she started unbuttoning his shirt. Then, raising her head from the pillow, she trailed butterfly kisses across his collarbone, swirling her tongue over the pulse in the middle before continuing on, her own pulse beating just as fast. Deliberately, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, tormenting herself just as much as Kayne.
The slow slide of the straps of her gown being pushed off her shoulders from smooth fingertips didn’t stop until the slivers of material fell, exposing more of her décolleté. Conscious of her chest rising and falling from her accelerated breathing, she dreamily reached out, pushing the back of his head toward her so their mouths were whispers apart. Boldly, her tongue sexily licked his bottom lip, making the first move to bridge the distance between them.
A low groan from Kayne’s throat escaped right before he took over, covering her mouth and fusing their lips together in a kiss that had her fingers prickling into his short hair to hold him in place. Parting her mouth, Kayne plunged his tongue inside, showing he was much more adapt at kissing than dancing. It wasn’t an innocent kiss. It was one that demanded and plundered the depths of her mouth until, if she wasn’t already lying down, the dizzying rush would have planted her ass there.
The cool teacher who all the students admired was passionately proving the professional image he portrayed hid a man who was capable of having her gasping and moaning under him. Shamelessly, Maria kissed him back, dropping her own façade of being a princess frozen in ice, exposing the wicked desire that had sparked into life the first time she had met him.
She parted her legs, making room for Kayne to slide between her thighs. The unbelievable pleasure of having him so close was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
As he cupped her breast under her loosened gown, Maria twisted her lips free from Kayne’s to pull his shirt free. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. It became the most important thing in the world for her to see the self-possessed teacher lose his mind in her arms.
With the palms of her hands, she searched and explored his body, smoothing over his taut shoulder muscles before lowering to smooth over his chest.
Kayne was making his own discovery when he dipped his mouth to the cleft of her breast, pushing the pink silk down and exposing breasts that were begging to be touched.
Stiffening in pleasure at the first touch of lips covering a tip, she felt Kayne curl in a smile on the sensitive area at her reaction. He might not be confident of his abilities when he danced, but when it came to women, Kayne knew exactly what he was doing.
With firm hands, he slid under her back, lifting her to fill his mouth with her breast. Grazing his teeth along the underside of her nipple had her fingernails pricking into him warningly.
“Behave.”
“I am,” Kayne growled against her skin. “If I did what I really wanted to do, you’d run screaming.”
A corner of Maria’s luscious lips lifted. “It would take a lot more than you’d think to make me run, Mr. Evans.”
His growl turned into a low moan when she wrapped her arms around his waist to slip her hands into his trousers and grab his ass.
“You should be the one running scared.” She dropped the hint of caution.
Kayne would think that they were playing around. Little did the man know she wasn’t joking. The way he was making her feel, a woman could get addicted, and she didn’t do well when she was deprived of something she wanted. It just made her more determined to have him.
Brushing her lips over his nipple to even the score, Maria marveled at how it peaked under her teeth. Who knew a man reacted the same way a woman did?
Having every intention of finding other similarities, she kneaded the flesh in her grasp. The soft skin of his buttocks contradicted the hard muscles underneath that tightened, as if Kayne was deciding whether or not to pull away.
When his hips were planted more solidly against her, she knew any indecision had fled.
Her tingling nipples were tight, and her clit was swollen in need with Kayne’s unforgiving torment.
Could a woman orgasm with having her breasts played with? Maria had no idea. But, unless Kayne stopped, she was going to find out.
Jerking one hand out of his pants, she placed her palm firmly on his chest. “Stop.” Panting, she tried to get herself under control.
Lifting his head, his golden eyes bore down into hers. “Why?”
“You know why ….”
Kayne’s eyes glowed like he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.
“Tell me.”
Damn. Maria bet he had the best-behaved classroom in the school if he used that tone of voice with his students.
Holding herself together and threatening herself not to come became more futile by the second, he ignored the hand on his chest and began sliding his mouth downward toward her flat stomach, passing her diamond belly ring before going even farther to find the waxed and smooth area that she’d had no idea he would discover.
Her hips unconsciously thrust upward as he built her desire to a breaking point without giving her anything to make her tumble off the precipice he was leading her toward. She wanted him to throw her off and follow her down into a well of desire that neither of them would survive without losing their minds.
Unable to bear the anticipation, she rose to sink her teeth into his shoulder, not caring if she left a mark. Maria wanted him to hurt as badly as she was, if not more. Why should he get off scot-free just because he was the one with the most experience?
Kayne’s chest heaved as he reacted to the bite by raising golden eyes filled with wicked determination.
She trembled at the mock retribution she could see glinting in his eyes as he sucked a piece of lip guarding her center, tantalizing her with a small nip that gave a hint of pain as payback for the bite she placed on his shoulder.
Arousal had her wanting to buck against him to move his mouth where it would do the most good, but she was too afraid to move. She wasn’t a girl into pain, unless she was the one inflicting it on someone who she deemed worthy of her fury.
Her patience almost gone, she snaked her hands out to unbuckled Kayne’s pants, determined to show him that he wasn’t the only one who could drive someone insane.
His sexy body had her feeling her heartbeat in the lower regions of her body. Once she managed to get him nude, she wanted to return the favor … if she could ever get the fucking belt to cooperate! It seemed that, just as she was about to succeed and pull the leather strap out of the metal buckle, it refused to cooperate.
“Need some help?”
Maria hated to admit failure for anything she attempted but, on the bright side, if Kayne helped, he would be naked that much faster.
“Yes.”
At her soft admission, Kayne levered himself upward until he was standing at the front of the bed.
Sitting up, Maria watched as Kayne slowly unbuckled the stubborn belt and, with a flick of his wrist, easily sent it sliding free from the trousers.
“Fuck me,” Maria muttered at the splendor at seeing his nude body. It was more of an unconscious response than a demand. Fortunately, Kayne misunderstood.
“Are you sure?”
She swiped her tongue along her bottom lip as she nodded. The hot teacher was about to get his socks blown off … if he had been wearing them.
The incredible body that Kayne hid under his lame-ass clothes hadn’t done him any favors. To be honest, a five-thousand-dollar suit wouldn’t have, either. Some things were too beautiful to be covered, and Kayne’s physique was one of them. Damn, he was more than hot … he was … fucking fire.
Trying not to ogle him as he climbed back onto the bed, Maria turned to her side to make room for him, patting the spot next to her, showing him without words that she was more than sure … She was ready.
Impatiently waiting, it seemed like several agonizing moments. And right when she was about to drag him down to the spot she desired, the worst fucking thing imaginable happened �
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She woke up.
Waking up sexually frustrated for the first time in her life, she screamed into the pillow, cursing the sandman for waking her up right before greatness.
Maria rolled over in her huge, king-sized bed, blinking at the male now lying next to her. “What are you doing here?”
Thinking she still must have been dreaming, she squeezed her eyes shut harder this time, only to open them again—shocked Dominic was really there.
“What are you doing here?” she reiterated harshly.
A shirtless Dominic put his hands behind his head, his biceps bulging as he did so. “You tell me, princess.”
Why did both men want to ask questions she didn’t want to answer?
“You need to leave.”
“Is that what you want?” Dominic freed one of his arms so he could run his fingertips along her exposed thigh, trailing up her soft skin.
So sure of the next three-letter word to come out of her mouth, she was betrayed by her own voice. “I … don’t … know.”
He didn’t stop until his fingertips reached the short hem of her silky nightgown that was barely covering her ass. “Then let’s find out, princess.”
Before those words, she had been a second away from shooing him out of her bed, knowing it hadn’t been the sandman to wake her from her erotic dream but the Luciano cockblocker. However, Dominic’s sexy voice, along with his inked body, had stopped her, sending her hormones in another direction.
“This is bad.” What woman dreams about a man only to wake up and fuck another? Maria’s newly sexually frustrated body didn’t know it was practically every woman on earth.
The right side of Dominic’s lips lifted in a smile revealing a dimple that she hadn’t known he had. “Let’s hope so ….”
Unlike Kayne, Dominic didn’t tease her with soft touches. He planted his hand dominantly on a breast, playing with a stiff nipple and sending her falling flat on her back as he gazed down at her.
Giving her no time to think about the dream that she had just woken up from, Dominic took her mouth in a tongue-fucking kiss that sent her spiraling into a haze that had her afraid he would disappear before she could find out if he was real. Or, if like Kayne, he was another figment of her imagination that had gotten out of her control.
Curving his hand around her breast, he tightened his fingers, confirming his touch was really real and that Dominic had risked certain death by sneaking into her room.
Before rolling over, she had been intent about wrapping Kayne around her finger, even if it was a fucking dream, but with Dominic, she felt herself wrapping around his tighter and tighter, suffocating her own self in his fiery scent.
Lacking the brain power, much less the fucking willpower to stop him, Maria succumbed to the devil’s son, and while the good Catholic girl was shouting out for her to stop it, since angels belonged in heaven, Dominic had Maria hoping for hell … squashing the good-girl conscience trying to ruin the moment with one imaginary blood-dripped heel.
Releasing his hold on her breast, Dominic swept the top of her dress down before taking the other one in a hard grasp.
When he firmly used his weight to pin her to the mattress, it didn’t frighten Maria; it heightened the arousal that was storming through her body.
What was with this weak kitten shit he was making her feel? Was this what made Nero write that sappy English paper? If Dominic kept it up, she might have to write a poem to describe the crazy longings going through her body.
When he rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger, Maria almost started a poem right then and there, just to get him to do it again.
Her lower body was crying out, doing summersaults from craving more, and when Dominic tore his mouth away from hers and placed it on her nipple, she had to shove a hand into her mouth to stop her from crying out.
“Touch me,” Dominic whispered. “You know you want to.”
“No. I. Don’t.” Her voice didn’t betray her this time.
“Yes. You. Do.” Dominic’s laughter and those fucking dimples sent her into another dimension.
This Luciano was about to learn a hard lesson, one that only this female Caruso could teach.
Maria slit the throat of her good Catholic-girl conscience that continued to yell at her that a Caruso would have kicked Dominic out the bed as soon as she had seen him. Rubbing on the hard lump behind Dominic’s pants, the bad Maria took full control.
Curling a leg around his waist, she tugged him farther over her, rocking her hips under him and sending the hunger in her that was determined to find the release that Kayne’s untimely departure had denied her.
Reassured that Dominic was just as aroused by the stiffened cock that she could feel in her hand, Maria became even more brazen.
Both hands on the button of his pants, not to be outdone, Dominic brought his tattooed hands to her thighs, parting them wider to make more room before jerking to his knees.
Maria held her stunned breath before unzipping the jeans that she had already unbuttoned, spreading them open so she could see his cock jutting out.
Softly, Maria stroked a gentle finger over the tip, hearing a hiss of pleasure escape from him as she did so.
Watching his cock grow longer and wider was an education that she would always remember because, if she hadn’t been sure before, she was fucking sure of it now. It seemed that fucking real. It felt that fucking real. Because it fucking was.
Reaching out, Dominic grabbed her by the hips and jerked her upward so fast that her head fell back. Seating her spread-eagled on a bent thigh, her bare mound rested on his leg.
Grabbing his shoulders, she held on for dear life, afraid she would somehow be tortured into waking again, alone in her bed.
He cupped the soft flesh of her ass as he rocked her on his leg, starting slowly at first before moving faster and faster, then slowing again as her climax grew closer. The friction of his pants on her clit had her holding on tighter.
Clamping her legs over his muscular thigh, Maria tried to resume control so she could throw herself off the cliff he was denying her. Dominic was no one’s puppet, though, lying her back on the bed before lowering his mouth to her clit, which solidified the realness of what was happening.
Stiffening under his mouth, she couldn’t believe the death sentence Dominic had surely given himself.
“What’s wrong, princess?” He swirled his tongue over her sensitive nub. “Scared?”
“Me? No.” Maria continued to lie back, trying to relax.
“No? Not ever?”
Glancing down at his face that was hovering over her sex, she gave him a promise. “Never.”
“Prove it.” He dared her with the words that she had used on Kayne, giving an ultimatum.
Fuck it. Your life, not mine. Letting her body go limp, Maria opened herself to the very stupid but very brave Dominic as he traced a callused finger along the slit that no man had dared to touch before. Pressing a thumb on her button before inserting a finger in her channel, a ragged moan broke free before she could bite it back.
As he slid another finger slickly inside, any plan of saving Dominic’s life bit the dust.
Dragging his tongue over her clit while he delved his fingers deeper inside, Maria marveled at how good it felt by twisting and turning her hips, trying to reach for the elusive climax again that the man from her dream hadn’t had time to achieve.
Her body was reacting to every movement of his, eagerly waiting for the next. When it did, it was just as shocking as when she felt the slow slide of his finger inside of her.
Dominic raised his head, scooting himself up until they were face-to-face again as he fit his body against hers. His cock slid between the damp lips of her mound, flattening the swollen clit. The sharp dart of pleasure had her thinking she was about to come, but it was cut short when Dominic remained unmoving.
Unable to think straight, Maria dug her nails deeply into his shoulders in frustration.
“Easy, p
rincess. You’ll get what you need.”
Dark laughter filling the room had her head twisting on the pillow.
Maria didn’t believe the Luciano. His family never gave unless it benefited one of their family members. It was the one thing the Lucianos and the Carusos had in common.
Cupping the back of her knee, Dominic raised her leg to his waist. “Hang on, princess. I don’t give lessons; I expect you to keep up.”
Yep, right here in hell was right where she wanted to live.
Tangling her hands in his hair, Maria felt Dominic’s hip move as his cock glided across the sensitive skin of her mound, releasing the crushed button of her desire before crushing it again. Over and over, she was granted freedom before she was pinned, each time feeling the tiny explosions that were erupting within her body. Each spasm stronger than the last, until Maria was arching under him as Dominic swept his head down, covering a nipple with his mouth. The two attacks had her leg trying to hold him still. It didn’t work.
Dominic’s powerful body rippled over hers, easily overpowering her. In payback, he rolled her nipple between his teeth, treating it to the same torture her poor clit was receiving.
Whereas, when she was sleeping, dreaming of Kayne, this reality was becoming a nightmare. Her bedroom felt like a sauna, getting so fucking hot that it didn’t help Dominic was the source of the heat, burning her alive in a five-alarm blaze that Kayne had started and Dominic was determined to be the one to put out.
As he released one nipple, she snatched another ribbon of pleasure that rippled through her as her body spasmed under Dominic’s driving fervor. Gasping, all she could do was hold on to Dominic as she writhed in their sweat.
Finally, the climax that had eluded her in her dream state had saved her in this one. The throbbing in her mound was the only thing that quietly reminded her of her soon-to-be destination in hell.
When she stopped moving, Dominic moved to her side to gaze down at her, staring at her like he was some conquering hero.
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