Love Arranged (Lakefront Billionaires, #3)(87)

“Fine,” I say, feigning reluctance. “But first tell me why you’re sleeping on the left side of the bed tonight.”

His gaze darts to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Turns out I don’t like the idea of you sleeping closest to the door.”

I might as well tattoo his name across my heart because the way it bleeds for him after that confession… Yeah.

There is not a single doubt in my mind that I am falling for this man, so I kiss him like I mean it.

Like I love him.

It feels like a first, and in some ways, it is. Without an audience or a story to tell, I can enjoy the feel of his lips pressed to mine without any rush.

No person to convince. No romance to fake. Nothing but me and Lorenzo, finally embracing what we’ve spent nearly a year avoiding.

Eventually I end up underneath him, staring up at his dark eyes.

“Stay,” he commands.

“And risk my mom getting mad at me when she finds me missing tomorrow morning?”

“You can get home before she wakes up. Seems to work well for Dahlia.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Are you done making excuses now?”

I pretend to think about it. “I suppose I can stay for a little while—”

He seals his mouth over mine, kissing me until I’m no longer able to form coherent thoughts. My head is full of white noise as Lorenzo kisses his way down my body before pausing at the top of my waistband.

When a man looks up at me like he is imagining all of the different ways he wants to make me come, the last thing I have on my mind is leaving.

So, I throw my inhibitions out the window and part my thighs. “Now it’s your turn to kiss me like you mean it.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

My fingertips tingle with anticipation as Lorenzo slides my dress up my thighs until it pools around my hips, leaving me and my nude underwear on full display.

My brain has a difficult time keeping up with the fact that after so long denying our connection, we are finally together in his bed, the air heavy with anticipation.

“I’ve been thinking about this since last night,” he confesses in a raspy whisper. “Before we were interrupted.”

I tremble as Lorenzo drags his nose down my center, the deep inhale he takes adding to the growing heat in my belly, along with his soft kisses down the inside of my thighs.

“You told me you wanted to be obsessed over?” He rips my underwear off and tosses them beside me. “That you wanted to be possessed?”

“I want to be fucked, Lorenzo. Does that answer your question? Or do you want me to go into heavy detail about how I want you to fuck me so hard that my sore pussy will think of you all day tomorrow?”

He nudges my legs father apart with a smirk, and I shiver.

“If you’re not thinking of me all week, then I didn’t do my job right.”

Oh.

I like the sound of that even better.

Finally, after what feels like forever, he leans forward and runs his tongue over my oversensitive center.

His enthusiasm is electric, and my body pulses with every stroke of his tongue. He proves to be an excellent listener who clearly pays attention to my moans, repeating the same moves with his mouth and fingers whenever I get louder.

His burning gaze locks onto mine as he rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb, only for my vision to go black when he curls his fingers inside me and strokes. I curse up at the ceiling, my entire body trembling as I fall apart.

I’m so out of it, I don’t notice Daisy barking until Lorenzo is sliding off the bed to get her. He is walking funny thanks to his erection, and I take in the view of his backside as he carries Daisy outside and shuts the door in her cute little face.

She whines, but he must be taking the time to train her because she goes quiet when he orders her to.

“She wants to hang out with us.” I pout as he climbs back onto the bed and crawls up my body.

“I’d rather her not interrupt what I have planned next.”

I flash him a smile. “And what’s that?”

“Whatever you want.” He brushes his mouth over mine. “So long as it doesn’t include us leaving this bed before I make you come again.”

A man obsessed with giving me pleasure? I might’ve not won the actual lottery, but I sure hit the fiancé jackpot.

And with the way he smiles down at me, it makes me think he might feel the same way.





CHAPTER FORTY-ONE


Lorenzo


After an entire year denying myself what I want, I can’t believe I have Lily sprawled out in my bed, looking up at me like I offered her the world. Little does she know, she’s quickly becoming the center of mine, and I plan on spending the night showing her.

Given how she shimmies her hips beneath me while I remove her dress, her patience is running thin, so I placate her by pushing my thigh between her legs to ease the ache.

“Relax.”

She grinds against me, smearing her arousal across my thigh. “Fuck me already and I will.”

I dip my head and kiss a path down the column of her throat. “No need to rush.”

She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls. “Lorenzo.” She groans when I roll my hips.

“Again.”

She repeats my name, although it’s strained when my lips wrap around her nipple.