Page 80 of Burn the World Down

“Thanks,” Nash replied.

“See you all tomorrow.” Cole lifted a hand, then disappeared into the darkness.

Alessio just nodded and started to turn.

I grabbed his jacket. “Alessio?”

He glanced at me, his eyes dark and piercing.

“Thank you. For the fire alarm. For helping her.”

“You’re welcome.” He glanced at Nash, then headed for his villa.

I focused on getting to Nash’s villa, all the while feeling the heat radiating off him as he walked right beside me. We didn’t touch. We didn’t talk.

Inside, he disarmed the alarm, turned on the light in the entry, then dumped his keys on a small side table. Then, he reached for the panel and reset the security system.

“You want a drink?” He left the living room lights off. I watched his shadowy form as he poured what I guessed was a bourbon.

“No.” I was burning up. Meanwhile, he looked cool, calm. I pulled the wig off my head and dropped it on the table. I shook my own hair free.

Then he lifted his glass and knocked the bourbon back in one long swallow. He set the glass down, moved to the couch, and dropped down on it.

“Thanks for taking me tonight.”

“You would have gone anyway,” he said dryly.

“Probably.”

We stared at each other across the space.

“Come here.” His voice was low, dark.

Everything inside me felt alive, aching. I kicked off my shoes and walked toward him. The rug was soft beneath my bare feet. He was just a dark silhouette.

My knees bumped his. “No more waiting, Nash.”

“Is my Georgie hungry?”

“Nash—”

His arm snapped out and he yanked me onto his lap.

I gasped, my dress riding up as I straddled him. His hands glided up my arms, setting off goosebumps across my skin. Then he grabbed the straps of my dress and pushed them down, baring my breasts. I gasped again

“I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart. I promise.”

Then he leaned forward and his mouth closed on my nipple. I cried out. As he lapped and sucked, I slid my hands into his hair.

He nipped at the curve of my breast and I gasped. “So damn beautiful.” He sucked my swollen nipple back into his mouth. When he had me writhing, he moved onto my other breast. Soon my nipples were hard pebbles, my breasts swollen. His beard scraped over my skin, spreading sensation and goosebumps all over me.

I rocked on him and felt his cock beneath me. Hard as steel.

His mouth popped free of my breast, then his lips were on mine. The kiss was hard, wild. Our tongues stroked, and then I bit his bottom lip.

With a growl, he tumbled me onto the couch, then lifted me onto my hands and knees on the leather.

“I dream about this ass.” He pushed my dress up. His big hand squeezed my cheek. He pulled on my thong and I moaned.