Page 217 of Rosetti Family New York

“And you like it.”

“I must be crazy,” he says in a gravelly whisper, so close I can feel it in my bones.

“I can work with crazy,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him until there’s nothing left between us.

Our mouths meet, soft then hard, slow then wild, and this time, I’m not letting him go.

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Rafaele

Her mouth is on mine, a silencer to every word, every hesitation. My hands find her waist, pulling her in, reckless and ready to burn. I’m the wildfire now. I’m a blaze ripping through every room of this house, leaving ash and heat in my wake. I lose track of where I end and she begins. Her nails rake my shoulders, hard and hungry. I fucking love it. We’re wrapped around each other, and I’m breathing her in like she’s the only air left in the world. Everything is spinning, intense, desperate. She is mine. And goddamn, I am hers.

She presses me against the counter, mouth fierce and relentless. Her fingers are in my hair, on my neck, slipping under my shirt like she’s trying to memorize the shape of me. I try to stay in control, to hold on to some piece of my sanity, but she’s all I feel, all I want. I’m drowning, but it’s the best fucking way to go.

“Rafe,” she breathes against my lips, a dare and a promise.

I’m not sure which one of us moans, but it sets us both on fire.

I pull her shirt up, skin hot and perfect. My pulse is a drum, my body an inferno. Her lips find my throat, my chest. Her mouthon me is everything. I thought I’d burn her out, but I’m the one who’s about to break.

“Rafe,” she says again, voice teasing and wild.

I groan, half warning, half surrender.

Her laugh is warm and breathless. I feel it everywhere, sinking under my skin. She wants this as bad as I do, and it makes me feel raw, unstoppable. I can’t hold back, don’t want to. I step her backward so she’s against the counter, lifting her onto it. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer. I’m not getting out of this alive. I don’t fucking care.

I yank her hair loose, and it spills down, tangling in my fingers. She bites her lip, that wicked smile lighting her up, and I lose any hope of sanity.

I’m lost in her, crazed with wanting. Nothing else matters.

I find the edge of her bra, strip it away. I’ve never felt anything like her, wild and open. I taste the skin above her breast, catch the edge of her nipple. She gasps, the sound twisting through me. Her thighs grip me tighter, and I grind against her, rough and desperate.

“Anyone ever tell you patience is a virtue?” she says, breath hitching.

“Don’t need virtue,” I growl, claiming her mouth. “Need you.”

She laughs again, reckless and light, the happiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. She has me. Owns me.

Her hand slips to my waist, and she makes a noise of approval at the hard outline of my cock under my jeans. I’m hard as a rock, aching to be inside her. She’s making me crazy, making me hers. I want to rip every barrier between us, to feel her completely.

I push my knee between her legs, spreading them apart, feeling her heat.

“You keep this up,” I warn, “you’re going to find out just how bad an idea I am.”

“I like bad ideas, remember?”

Goddamn, she does.

I tug her forward and rip her jeans off. She doesn’t stop me, not for a second. I can see the outline of her pussy, slick and ready, and it drives me insane. She knows it too. Knows the power she has over me.

I give her a rough, desperate kiss, then drop to my knees.

“What are you going to do to me, Rafe? Tell me.”

Her voice is a challenge, breathless and daring, teasing the last of my control. I look up at her, and it almost breaks me. Her hair is a tangle of wild abandon, that wicked smile daring me to do my worst. I’m ready to. I need to.

“Going to lick out your sweet pussy, princess. Suck on your clit until you scream my name.”