Page 25 of The Enforcer

It was dirty as fuck.

But sexy as hell.

And it reminded Brianna exactly why she had lost herself to this man.

Tasting herself on him, seeing his reaction to it, she was aching again. Desperate. Wet and empty without him in her. Wanting so much more, she forgot about the rest of it. The hit men and the price on her head. Her life back in New York. His life back in Kentucky.

It just didn’t fucking matter.

Nothing mattered but igniting that spark that had once made them beautiful together, if only for a moment, and who cared if they were nothing but a smear of ash in the morning.

Right then they were a firework.

Tino obviously needed it as badly as she did, color and love and passion after what felt like a lifetime of sex that was cold at best and cruel at worst. He slipped his fingers out of her mouth, only to use his hold on her hair to force her lips to his. She went to him, openmouthed, letting him lick her taste off her tongue.

She grabbed his cock, the thickness of it at once foreign and comforting. She’d forgotten just how big he was, so wide her fingers didn’t touch at the base. She had to stroke him a few times to savor the feeling of having him in her hand again. He made that low groan of pleasure in the back of his throat and kissed her deeper, holding her hair tighter as if he needed an outlet.

“It’s okay.” He grunted against her lips. “The fights. I test for them. I wouldn’t with anyone else. I promise. It’s good.Solo tu. Solo noi.”

She pulled back and looked at him, arching an eyebrow. He tended to say things in Italian he didn’t want her to understand. She touched his lips, tracing them with the pads of her fingers, knowing the lifetime of lies they held back.

“Only you,” he repeated, making her realize he was translating the Italian. “Only us. That’s it.”

She rose up and then lowered herself over him slowly, letting him stretch her and fill her to the point that the pleasure was electric. It made her sensitive to every nuance of movement, but she couldn’t seem to stop wanting more.

“Cazzo.” Tino dropped his head back against the wall. “Oh fuck, Bri. Shit.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist, before he used his hold on her hair to pull her mouth back to his. “You still fit me. Only me.”

“Only you,” she promised, even if to others it might sound like a lie.

To them it made perfect sense.

This splintering, consuming ecstasy as the slide of Tino’s cock made every nerve ending in her dance with desire. It was like they were made to be with each other, to click back into place like two lost puzzle pieces finally finding their way home.

Brianna was breathless with the rising need, the fragments of pleasure spearing through her as she sat over him. It was so overwhelming; the two of them had to just sit there, connected and shaking.

They didn’t quickly try to dismiss the ache. They clung to it, prolonging it for as long as they could, yet neither of them could deny it completely. She arched against him instinctively, with her face buried in the curve of his neck and Tino’s fingers still fisted tightly in her hair. He used his hold on the small of her back to push her into the next short, shallow thrust, forcing her clit against him just right. She bit him on impulse, muffling her gasp.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” Tino’s hips jerked up, still nothing more than a small grab for pleasure rather than greedily snatching the whole thing. “Fuck, Bri, you feel good.”

God, he felt good too.

But words were already past her. All she could do was feel him in her, filling her out to the point that every breath was a shimmer of bliss, every movement a ripple of satisfaction.

It was like that for a long time, enough to have both of them panting with the need to come as the steam welled up around them. It gave Tino’s skin a salty, masculine tang she’d missed so profoundly she ended up licking and sucking at his neck, listening to him, tasting him, soaking in the sensory overload of being with him again.

She wanted to stay like this forever, trapped between heaven and hell in this fiery, sensual purgatory paved with good intentions and drowning in sin.

But then Tino slipped his hand between their bodies, sliding his fingers down to feel the friction of him going in and out of her as she moved over him with the same shallow, teasing movements she’d been doing since they started. He traced his fingers over the lips of her pussy that were stretched around him, and then found her clit.

She moaned as the need coiled stronger, making the throb for release impossible to deny. He kept touching her, and she couldn’t help but get greedy, moving over him faster with soft, broken gasps. He was moaning too, pushing his hips up to meet her halfway, and sensing the crack in his steely self-control only fueled the flames.

There was something about hearing Tino’s pleasure that always set her on fire. Maybe because she wanted it for him so desperately, a little peace, a moment of pure joy, no matter how short-lived.

She bit at the curve of his neck again. Her nails were sharp in his shoulders, because Tino never minded war wounds like that.

In fact, she was fairly certain they turned him on.

She just tried not to think about why.