Jon breathed along the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine and a starburst of tingles along her skin. Heat flared through her flesh. Her will began to crumble. Unconsciously, she let her head fall to the side, giving him more access to her throat.
“That’s it, Doc,” he whispered. “God, you smell good. I can’t wait to get you alone. I’m going to spend half the night figuring out every way to make you come with my mouth. The other half I’m going to spend inside you.”
She whimpered at his words. Her sex clenched, wept, ached. Everything he said dug inside her and tore down more of her defenses. His hand crept higher still on her thigh, almost…there. Would he go even higher, actually touch her? Would he feel how wet she was? She held her breath.
“Lucia, look at me,” he demanded in a whisper, leaning around her side to make that possible.
With heavy lids, she opened her eyes and turned slowly, looking at the fierce passion stamped across his face. Her body flushed hot, bloomed open for him.
He was right when he said she wanted to give herself to him. Until she’d looked at him, she’d never known the ache to have a man. Jon had left her—but the need never had. Having him back here only ramped up the desire again.
She couldn’t wait to feel him, to have his hands on her. Lucia arched, purposely pressing the secret, untouched part of her against his fingers and crying out at the electric touch that revved up her body.
Jon cupped her mound possessively, pressing his fingers in slow circles over her. “You’re wet, Doc.”
God, he could feel her through her panties. Lucia closed her eyes. “Yes.”
“And so hot. Is this pussy mine?”
She gasped, trembling, trying to find the words to answer. She had no experience with desire, with anything this overwhelming. Sensation drowned her mind, and for the first time in her life, Lucia felt only her body, her pleasure, and it was a revelation. Unlike the rest of her life, she didn’t analyze it, she just let events unfold. There was no doubt in her mind that Jon Bocelli was going to be her first lover—and that no other man would ever measure up.
“Lucia? Look at me.” As her eyes fluttered open again, she realized that she didn’t remember shutting them. Now she sensed Wade’s gaze on them through the mirror, but it was Jon’s dark, commanding stare that captured her. With a glance, he caressed her mouth, then settled on her eyes. “You look beautiful. C’mon, Doc. Give me what I want. Tell me, is this pussy mine?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good girl. I’m going to need more of it. More of you,” he whispered against her neck, making her shiver once more. “Lift your back away from me.”
Lucia didn’t stop to think, she just complied. It was as if all her inhibitions and worries went out the window. Jon had told her how he felt, had even shown her she was desirable. He still wanted her, even when she offered to help him with his brother. He told her what he wanted; she didn’t have to wonder if she was doing anything wrong or displeasing him. With him, pleasure was as simple as breathing. It was also deep as an ocean, and its currents just kept pulling her under and under to the dark place where her body throbbed and waited and ached only for him.
When she eased away from him, he removed his hand from her mound, and she mewled a protest.
“Shh. Patience, Doc.” He smiled softly as he unzipped her little black dress down the back, all the way to her hips. The black fabric slithered apart. Jon pushed it off her shoulders, revealing her black lacy bra. Cold air hit her overheated skin and was almost welcome. It made her nipples even harder.
“Fuck, that’s pretty, Doc. Know how many fantasies I’ve had about you?” he growled in her ear.
Stunned, she shook her head. He’d thought of her?
“I’ll bet even you can’t count that high.” He smiled. “Want my hand back on your pussy?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“I do, too. Take your bra off for me, and I’ll touch you again.”
Would he touch her breasts? Lick them? Suck her nipples? Or just stare with that inscrutable, intense stare? She wanted any of those, all of those, but…
Lucia flicked her gaze to the rearview mirror and whispered, “What about him?”
“You want him to watch?”
At first she’d found it arousing. Now…Lucia bit her lip. “No. I want to be with just you.”
“Good answer.” Jon flicked a button, and up went a privacy partition of darkly tinted glass.
Lucia caught one last regretful blue-eyed stare in that glass before the partition closed completely, leaving her alone with Jon. She trembled. Now she was completely at Jon’s mercy, totally under his spell—and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Slowly, she angled toward him, then reached behind her and unclasped her bra. As she pulled it away from her body, her heavy breasts spilled out, nipples dark and taut. As Jon shoved it in his coat pocket with a grin, his rapt gaze immediately fell there, and he caressed the side of her breast, his thumb swiping across her nipple.
Lucia froze as pleasure rushed her. She gasped, arched—a silent plea for more.
“Sensitive nipples. Hmm…” He thumbed the little bud again, a slow, calculated swipe back and forth.
“Yes.” She could hear her own voice trembling, her desire dripping in her breathy tone.
“You’re not getting that bra back until I say so.” He kissed her shoulder, nipped at her earlobe. “I’ve got all night with you, and I think it’s a safe bet that you won’t see it again until tomorrow, Doc.”
He intended to keep her naked all night? She swallowed. The idea should alarm her. With big breasts, she rarely went without a bra. She usually slept with one, in fact, for the support. But the idea of being bare and available for Jon turned her on even more. She nodded.
“Good. Now give me your panties. You don’t need them, either.”
Reach up under her dress and remove the only barrier between him and her wet sex? Give him total access…Lucia stopped thinking after that realization. She wriggled her hips and lifted her skirt, catching the bottom of her little black panties and pulling them down.
The second the fabric cleared the hem of her dress, Jon took over, yanking the panties down her thighs, over her knees, until he tugged them off her completely. He gripped them in his fist with a triumphant smile. “These are soaking, Doc. You’re wet for me.”
How could she deny it? “Yes.”
“I’m going to take advantage of that.” He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her lips, dipping inside for a languorous tasting that melted her all over again.
“Please,” she whimpered. She might be appalled later. Her pride and backbone would eventually balk at how she’d allowed herself to be reduced to monosyllables, but right now she was too lost in the moment—in him—to care.
“You just wait, Doc.” That didn’t sound like a threat, but a promise, and Lucia couldn’t wait.
He tucked the damp panties into his coat pocket, too, and patted just outside. “These are mine, just like you’re going to be soon. All of you.”
He hovered, his stare raked her up and down. Lucia couldn’t ignore that her lips felt swollen, her breasts tight and needy for his touch. Her dress had fallen to her waist, its hem just barely covering her sex. The leather under her butt would probably bear a puddle when she got up, she was so wet. If she could see herself, she’d probably be shocked, but she wasn’t about to object.
Suddenly, the car stopped. Wade rapped on the other part of the partition. She looked out and saw a quaint little hotel with Old World charm to her left.
Jon cursed. “Put your dress back on.”
Numbly, she thrust her hands into the sleeves, wondering how much longer it would be before he took it off again. He zipped it back up for her, then rapped on the partition. It buzzed down slowly, and Wade’s blue eyes met hers in the mirror once more.
“I called ahead,” he said from the front seat. “All you have to do is walk in, flash some ID, grab
a key, and…whatever you’re going to do then. Have fun.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you.”
“I’ll remember that, too.”
Jon laughed. “I know you will.”
He climbed out of the vehicle, onto the dark sidewalk, then turned and held out his hand.
This was it, for real. If Lucia went with him, he would remove her dress completely, lay her down, and explore every inch of her body. He’d make her take him deep, probably more than once.
Sex, when she’d thought of it with a nice stranger she could direct and control, hadn’t made her heart race. Sex with Jon wouldn’t be like that. He’d dominate. He’d demand. He’d tell her how it was going to be. He’d make her wet and panting and needy—and there wouldn’t be a damn thing she could do about it. That both excited and scared her.
It was probably good for her to be so far removed from her tightly controlled life.
She slid her hand into his, blinking up at him, asking him for…she wasn’t sure. Not mercy, exactly. Not love. She knew better.
Whatever she asked for, though, he understood. “I’ve got you, Doc.”
Lucia believed him. He was strong, capable, smart, brave, determined…perfect. This wasn’t forever, but she couldn’t have wished for any other man to be her first. She smiled as she exited the car and stood beside him.
Gripping her hand, he used his other to shut the car door, then thumped the roof twice with his palm. Wade honked once and drove off.
The night closed in on them, and Jon turned watchful, scanning his surroundings alertly in a slow slide up and down the street. Then he tugged on her hand. “Let’s go.”
She couldn’t see the exterior of the inn well in the dark, but the inside enveloped her in warmth and cheer right away. Tuscan themed and decorated in rich woods and earth tones, the place felt welcoming.
But as she walked toward the check-in desk, Lucia became acutely aware of her bare nipples brushing the slightly rough fabric of her dress, making them even harder. With each step, she got even wetter. Jon turned to her, wearing a wicked little smile, as if he knew exactly how being naked under her dress made her feel. As he arranged for room service in one hour and grabbed the key, Lucia felt her moisture slide down to the insides of her thighs. As they headed to the elevator, that moisture spread, lubricating her skin where her thighs rubbed together. God, she’d be a mess by the time they got to the room.
As the elevator doors slid shut behind them, enveloping them in privacy, Jon pulled her against him, her back to his front. His thick erection prodded her lower back as he pressed her into him with a groan. She wriggled back on him, and his grip on her tightened.
“Doc…you don’t want me out of control.”
But she did. He’d melted her into a puddle of need. While he was still capable of signing the registrar’s book and ordering food, she was damn near blind with lust. She wriggled again.
“Last warning…” he growled in her ear.
The sound shivered down her spine, and she shook her head, refusing to heed it. Instead, she plastered her back to him, throwing her head on his shoulder, and gyrated on his erection again. “Jon, please.”
He hissed and dropped his hand to her thigh. Quickly, it climbed up, up to her hip. Lucia held her breath as his fingers dipped under the hem of her dress and right between her soaking folds. Unerringly, his fingertips found her clit and grazed her sensitive nub. Sensation swelled. She leaned into him with a moan. Jon nipped at her neck, teeth scraping, lips and tongue soothing. With his other hand, he cupped her breast through her dress, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. All the feelings joined up right between her legs and sparked. Blood rushed through her body. From occasional masturbation, Lucia knew she was close.
The ding of the elevator interrupted, and she could have cried. As the doors parted, Jon dropped his hands and eased away. His cool control frustrated Lucia—until she realized an elderly couple stood on the other side of the door with a polite smile.
“Excuse us.” Jon grabbed her hand and led her down the hall, dimly lit with faux sconces. When he reached the end of the hall and shoved the door open, he pulled her inside and shut the door behind him. “Wait here.”
Then he drew a pistol from the small of his back.
chapter four
Lucia’s eyes widened. All this time, he’d been armed? As he disappeared into the bathroom, checking the tub and behind the door, she frowned at herself. Of course. He was an FBI agent. The organization’s culture was high on guns and danger. He probably expected trouble as they unraveled her father’s clues, which made sense. If Pietro was guilty, he wouldn’t want this secret uncovered. If he’d killed his brother to elevate his own mob status, he’d think nothing of killing his niece to protect it.
A moment later, Jon returned, flipped on the light in the narrow hall, then secured each of the three locks on the door. He came at her with burning eyes, slowly prowling forward. That fiery, commanding gaze insisted that she heed him, and as he advanced, she retreated until her back hit the door. He braced his hands on either side of her head and leaned in, putting his face mere inches from hers.
“Want out?”
He was giving her every opportunity to bail if she wasn’t ready to give up her virginity. He’d already spelled out what would happen if she stayed, but he wasn’t going to press her if she didn’t want to have sex.
“No.”
Dark triumph crossed his face as he backed up a step. “Turn around, Doc.”
No reason. No explanation…just a command. Lucia could have studied it to death, but that didn’t suit her purposes. She didn’t have to know anything except that she could trust Jon and he’d do everything he could to make her first experience as good as possible.
She nodded, then turned her back to him. Jon moaned and placed his big, hot hands on her shoulders, planting a row of burning kisses along the back of her neck that made her want to rub against him and beg.
Instead, his hands slid down to her hips. “Behave, and I’ll reward you.”
And she’d bet his idea of reward would be beyond pleasurable. “Yes, Sir.”
He hesitated. “Sir? You’ve done some reading?”
“I have.”
“Excellent. I’ll be putting your knowledge to good use soon.” He didn’t say another word, just lowered her zipper. The quiet hiss filled the room, along with her heavy breathing. The cold air hit her skin, but he covered her with those warm palms, slowly sliding the dress off her shoulders, down her arms, over her hips…then into a pile at her feet.
Lucia was acutely aware that she was naked, that Jon Bocelli could see her back, her wide ass, her thick thighs. She closed her eyes, her heart thundering in her chest.
“Disappointed?” She had to ask the question.
He gripped her hips again and pulled her body against his. “If this wasn’t your first time and I weren’t trying to be tender with you, I’d spank your ass for that question.” His hand skated down her backside, gently groping and feeling. The lights shined down on her, and there was nowhere to hide. Jon seemed to like what he saw, groaning and kneeling to place a kiss on each of her round cheeks. “No more self-doubt. I know exactly what I’m getting, and there’s no woman I want more, Lucia.”
When he stood and turned her to face him, and she saw the sincerity in his eyes, she shoved her fears to the back of her mind. Not all men wanted a twig. Not all men found her intelligence intimidating. Not all men thought her lack of experience was strange. Nicki had been telling her these things for years, and she hadn’t really listened. But now she understood that it only mattered what Jon thought. And he seemed to like her just the way she was.
Everything hit her at once: the gravity of the pending moment, his weighty stare telling her that this night was important to him, too, and the unbending certainty that she’d fallen totally in love with Jon Bocelli. He’d probably walk away again; they lived in two different worlds. But tonight was theirs, and she??
?d cherish her memories even when she had to move on without him.
“I want you, too.” She stared up into his dark eyes, feeling caressed, enveloped by him.
He took her hand and led her deeper into the room, past a plush terra cotta sofa and a pair of leather club chairs, then to the giant canopied four-poster bed. The bulky, imposing mahogany was almost at odds with the soft gold and cream comforter and lacy pillows.
Jon flipped on the lights and turned down the bed. Automatically, Lucia walked toward him, nervous and eager to be his, at least for the night. But as she walked past him, she frowned. “You’re…overdressed.”
Raising a brow, he sent her a hot stare rife with challenge. “You feel like doing something about it?”