Born into the Mob, page 4
He returned to his office to find Nina sitting in the chair behind his desk, her legs crossed, her attention on her phone, one foot tapping to the muted music coming from the stage. She glanced up.
“Hey.” Her smile was wide. Hopeful. Excited.
He suddenly wanted to make sure she had an amazing time tonight. Holding out his hand, he said, “Come on. Let’s go check out that jazz band.”
She dropped her phone into her purse and jumped to her feet, practically vibrating with anticipation.
“Did you drive here?” he asked.
“Nope. Didn’t want to get lost, so I took an Uber.”
“Smart. My car’s back here.” He led her down the hall to the employee entrance, and when they reached his vehicle, he opened the passenger side door and waited for her to slide into the leather seat.
“Hill would be so impressed,” she said when he dropped into the driver’s seat.
“Why’s that?”
“So far, you’re totally a gentleman.”
He guided the vehicle out of the parking lot. “That doesn’t impress you?”
She laughed. “Oh, it does. Remember I hinted at the sort of guys I’ve dated? Hill expects this sort of treatment, whereas it takes me by surprise.”
He gave her a swift glance before focusing on the road. “It shouldn’t. You should expect to be treated like a queen,” he said. He’d corrected Serendipity’s use of “princess” without even thinking about it. “Now, where am I going?”
She’d booked a room at a hotel in downtown Detroit. So long as they stayed away from the casinos and dance clubs, they could reasonably expect to avoid anyone he wouldn’t want to run into. She was right; the chance of anyone recognizing her after all this time was low, but he’d still rather avoid any opportunity if at all possible.
The hotel band was sensual, heavy on the sax while a woman crooned in a sultry tone that made him think of black satin sheets and Nina laid out like a smorgasbord for one.
The lady he was fantasizing about turned away from the show and canted her head while smiling at him, her dark hair brushing his arm. “I like the way you’re looking at me.”
They’d claimed a booth with rounded seats, and he sat next to her with his arm draped across the top. Each time she leaned back, he trailed his fingers across her shoulder blades, causing her to shiver.
“Oh yeah? How am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to devour me.”
He’d never had much of a poker face.
“Maybe I do.”
“Maybe I want you to.”
“Maybe we need to go up to your hotel room.”
Chapter Five
One hand was in her hair, the other sliding around her waist before the door even snapped shut behind them. And then Luca’s lips were pressed against hers, and Nina let out a low moan.
She’d been waiting for this moment since she boldly showed up at his club earlier tonight.
Maybe she hadn’t come to Detroit looking for her father’s ghost after all. But maybe what she’d really wanted was an affair with a slightly dangerous man.
Maybe she’d come here looking for Luca.
Besides looking utterly perfect, he had a charming personality, too. And he was dangerous enough to give her a thrill, but not someone who she had to worry had actually killed someone at some point in his life.
The backs of her legs bumped into the bed, and Luca’s hands dropped to her thighs, lifting her off the floor. She gasped and wrapped them around his waist as he climbed onto the bed and gently laid her on her back as he came down with her, his lips working hers over the entire time.
He pulled away and then trailed kisses over her cheek to her earlobe, where he bit down just to that point where pleasure and pain intermingled. She arched her back, lifting her hips, trying to rub against that hard-as-steel erection she could feel behind his zipper.
“How do you want me, Nina?” he whispered. “Do you want me to take charge? Or do you like to be in control?”
She gasped. “I-I don’t know.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her neck. “Know what I want?”
She shook her head.
“I want to worship every single inch of your body. I want to work you up until you’re so high you’re practically levitating. And then I want to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm you’ve ever experienced. How does that sound?”
She nodded vigorously. “Th-that sounds…” She swallowed thickly. “I-I like that plan.”
He grinned. “Sounds like we’re on the same page.”
He sat up, kneeling between her thighs, and placed his hands under the hem of her dress and dragged it up, over her hips, her belly, her breasts. She lifted her hands above her head so he could pull the garment off and toss it to the floor. She lay there in a strapless bra and matching panties, staring at him while his gaze did indeed worship her body.
She wanted more. His hands. His mouth. Everything. Whatever he had to give, she was greedy enough to take it.
When he didn’t move for a long moment, she lifted her hand, trailed her fingers along the swell of her boob, spilling out of the top of her bra. It was the catalyst he needed, apparently. He cupped her breast, kneading it almost roughly, and lowered himself until he covered her body with his own. She held his face and stole more of those delectable kisses, pulling away only to gasp for breath when their bodies were both writhing wantonly, desperately.
“Need. More,” she whimpered, tugging at his shirt.
He bounced to his knees, shed the garment, and then dropped back to cover her, as if he knew she felt lost without his body heat.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, but he reached down and pulled them apart, pressing on her inner thighs as he slithered down her body.
“I told you I wanted to taste you.”
“Oh.” Hell, she was lucky she was able to utter even that much of a syllable. The anticipation while he lay there and admired her lady bits was like the spark of the ignitor on a gas stove, snapping over and over, until the moment he finally bent and licked her seam, and she arched, the flames of her desire consuming her in an inferno of desperate need.
He didn’t let up, didn’t give her time to catch her breath. He licked and suckled and stroked, and she threw one arm over her head to clutch at the headboard, while the other was curled into the bedspread near her hip. And then he slid two fingers into her, pumping in and out while he continued licking and nibbling at her most sensitive area. The hand clinging to the comforter lifted and twisted into his hair, exerting enough pressure to let him know he should not stop what he was doing because—
“Ohmigod!”
Her body bowed; she probably did actually levitate as the orgasm slammed into her, roaring through her body and leaving her a boneless, sated puddle on the bed.
When she finally released her hold on his strands, he glanced up at her from his position lying between her thighs, and she watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.
She certainly had no issue if he wanted to do that again before the weekend was over.
He grinned. A giggle burbled past her lips. She dropped her head back against the blanket and a moment later, he was looming over her, his arms caging her in, not that she had any thoughts of escape at this point. Oh no, she wanted more. She wanted everything he had to give her.
It wouldn’t be enough; she knew this already, but she’d take what she could and cling to these memories for the foreseeable future.
“That was pretty spectacular,” she said, staring up at him and biting her lip. He wasn’t even doing anything beyond looking back at her and she was already growing excited again. “What else you got?”
He chuckled and lowered himself to steal a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him there, and he covered her body again, that shaft of granite rubbing exactly where it felt best.
She tugged at his pants. “Off,” she mumbled against his lips.
He bounced off the bed and shed his pants, and when he returned, he was blessedly naked and holding a condom between two fingers.
“Smart man,” she said and pushed at his chest while snagging the little foil packet. He rolled onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head, watching her with such intensity, she shivered.
Stroking his erection, she murmured, “What do you want?”
“You.” In that single word she heard desperation, need, desire, anticipation, promise. Or maybe she was projecting her own emotions, although she was reasonably confident they were most definitely on the same page at the moment, as he’d said earlier.
She pulled the condom out of its package and took her time rolling it over his stiffy, touching and teasing and in the process building her own desire. It was easy to do, simply from the stark need spelled out on his face as his body tensed and hardened further, and yet he didn’t say anything, didn’t grab her and throw her onto her back so he could plow into her.
Not that she’d complain if he did.
Of course, she wasn’t complaining about this, either. He was holding himself in check, letting her have her way. But now she wanted him to let go, to lose his mind with the pleasure of the moment.
She sat up, positioned herself over his erection, then grasped the root, held it steady, and lowered herself, sinking onto him, taking him in until they were connected, groaning and sighing in sync while his hands came from behind his head and grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.
She dropped forward, pulling his arms up over his head, lacing their fingers. Then she rotated her hips, their gazes locked, and made love to the man the way she’d always wanted to be made love to but had never had the right partner.
Until now.
A cluster of curls fell over his forehead, his lids dropped to half-mast, his mouth fell slightly open, his breathing accelerated. His grip on her hands tightened almost to the point of pain.
Beautiful.
She started to say it out loud, but he suddenly tugged his hands away and cupped her face, pulling her to him so he could plunder her mouth while their bodies continued to move together in a synchronized dance. Heat blossomed as her insides coiled tighter and tighter and she was so damn close…
Like he already was so familiar with her body that he knew exactly what to do to push her over the edge, Luca smoothed one hand over her skin and pressed on the small of her back, exerting exactly the right pressure on exactly the right spot, and the spring released, her climax tearing through her with no less intensity than the first one.
He gasped and grabbed her hips, thrusting and slamming her body down onto his. Her orgasm dragged on and on, until he went rigid, throwing his head back and giving a shout as he found his own release.
After long moments, he wrapped his arms around her back, holding her to him while she rested her head on his chest. She could feel his heart thumping under her ear. His skin was slick with a sheen of sweat. His breathing was accelerated. His fingers gently kneading her shoulder blades felt exquisite.
The quiet was comfortable. She felt no need to break it, not yet. She preferred to lie here and revel in the gloriousness that had just occurred.
Although she did have one question for him, and finally, she lifted her head and arched her brows.
“You did bring more condoms, right?”
***
Luca laughed and swatted her ass. “There’s probably one more in my wallet, but that’s it.”
“That’s not going to be enough,” Nina said, and another laugh burst from his mouth. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so jubilant, so relaxed, so…happy.
“I like where your mind’s at,” he said, and then, with much reluctance, rolled her to her side so he could slide off the bed and dispose of condom number one. “And I bet the hotel’s gift shop can help us out.”
“Oh, good idea. Hey, want to go check out the pool since we have to leave the room anyway?”
He returned from the bathroom and frowned down at the pile of clothes on the floor. “I don’t exactly have anything appropriate to swim in.”
Her smile was full of mischief. “It’s late enough that we might get lucky and no one else will be down there.”
Was she suggesting…?
She giggled, and her cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink. Yep, she was suggesting.
“Come on,” she said, hopping off the bed and grabbing her dress. “Let’s go check it out. At the very least, we can get those condoms.”
They headed down to the lobby and discovered the pool was already closed for the evening. He bought a ridiculously overpriced box of condoms from the gift shop and then slid a couple of bills to the night audit clerk manning the front desk, and the keys to the pool area were pressed into his palm.
They left the lights off. There was plenty of ambient light shining through from the hallway and the parking lot.
Luca watched as Nina slipped out of her dress and then her bra and panties, and with an impish grin, dove into the water. He quickly followed suit, catching up to her as she grasped the side of the pool and wiped water from her face.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and held onto the side with the other, and then they both ducked down when a couple dressed to the nines stumbled down the hall, presumably heading to their room after a night out on the town.
“I feel so naughty,” Nina whispered as they watched until the couple disappeared from view.
Luca nuzzled her neck. “Maybe you found what you came here for after all.”
She turned in his arms until she faced him, and the earnestness in her expression gave him pause.
“I wondered the same thing,” she admitted.
This conversation had the potential to get deep quickly, and that wasn’t the purpose for this clandestine jaunt. They were supposed to have fun, period. No thinking about the future, no psychoanalyzing the whys of their decisions.
He lowered his hand to cup her ass and deliberately rubbed his erection against her. She threw her arms around his neck and made love to his mouth, and all thoughts of anything beyond what felt good in that moment fled his mind.
With one hand clutching the side to keep their heads above water, he moved the other between their bodies, found her clit, and gave it a couple of rubs with his thumb. She gasped into his mouth, and her hand wrapped around his dick. She quickly found a rhythm, stroking steadily. His hips bucked, pushing his cock through the tight circle she’d formed, even as he slid his middle finger into her as he continued to thrum her clit.
He came first. No real surprise, with her hand wrapped around his joystick. He wasn’t about to quit working her up though. He could tell she was close, really close, so he lifted her slightly out of the water, just enough that he could suck her nipple into his mouth.
her inner muscles spasmed around his finger and she cried out, throwing her head back.
It was such a beautiful picture he wished he could capture it on the camera on his phone. Which he didn’t have with him, so he’d have to settle for memorizing the image and tucking it away in the recesses of his mind.
After they caught their collective breaths, they climbed out of the pool, dried off, and hurried to dress before anyone else wandered down the hall and noticed them. They returned the key to the front desk with a heartfelt and giggly thank you, and then headed back to Nina’s room, where they undressed again and fell into bed.
They slipped under the sheets, and he lay on his side, pulling her against him, her little spoon nestled perfectly against his big spoon. As he drifted off to sleep, he acknowledged, only to himself, that this felt like they were a couple and not virtual strangers who knew this was a short-lived fling.
***
Saturday morning, they woke and showered—together, of course—and then they wandered the streets of Detroit in search of a hearty breakfast. They ended up at a coney island, and she said it was her first time eating at one—that she remembered, anyway.
They returned to her hotel room and were barely in the door before her hand was on the waistband of his pants, working at the snap and then the zipper, and then she massaged his cock reverently for a few moments before lowering to her knees to suck him into her mouth.
He stood there, his legs shaking, letting her have her way until he couldn’t take it anymore. Pushing her away, he fumbled with the pants that were pooled around his ankles, extracted a condom, and dragged her to her feet to jerk up her dress and shove her panties down her legs. She hadn’t gotten them off before he cupped her thighs, lifting her off her feet. The sound of silk tearing rent the air as he pressed her against the wall and fucked her there, banging so hard they were no doubt annoying the neighbors.
The woman was insatiable, and he freely admitted he loved it.
“Okay,” he said, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he stood there, his forearm resting against the wall and his forehead pressed against his arm, looking down at her. She stood before him, breathing just as heavily, staring right back at him, not appearing the least bit embarrassed by how intimately acquainted they’d become in the last twenty or so hours.
“Do you want to stay here and stay naked for the rest of the day, or do you want to get out of the room for a little while? I’d love to show you the city, but that’s probably not the smartest idea.”
“Probably not,” she agreed. “I suppose we have no choice but to stay here and stay naked.”
He laughed and nipped at that lip that was sticking out so temptingly. “Come on,” he said, zipping up his pants and scooping her dress off the floor. “I have an idea. Maybe getting a tiny glimpse of the town you were born in will help with that closure you came here for.”
He took her to Belle Isle. It sat in the middle of the Detroit River, and as fascinating as the landmark was, a state park in the middle of downtown was not a place those in Gino’s circle would frequent. Luca figured it was safe enough to take Nina exploring for a few hours.
