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Chapter 25 (Lou-Lou)
The thunder jolts me as I drive behind the apartment and pull up near Ricardo's secluded parking spot.
Luckily I pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and was able to change back into some clothes before it started down pouring.
However, that small relief does nothing to calm the jumble of nerves that lines my stomach right now.
What if DeLuca figures out Ricardo was behind the bombing?
I still can't believe he was crazy enough to bomb DeLuca's house.
I close my eyes and touch my lips as I recall his words. “It was a damn good kiss.”
He was wrong.
It was more than just a good kiss. It was without a doubt the best first kiss in the history of first kisses.
Lightning zaps the sky and the rain comes down harder. There's no way I'm getting out of this car until Ricardo comes back to me, unharmed.
I close my eyes again and try and control my breathing. Anxiety is shooting through me like a ca
Dear god, please let the man I love be okay.
When I open my eyes I see his mustang pull into his parking spot.
Relief fills my body and my heart beats like it's the biggest drum in the world.
We step out of our cars at the same time, neither of us caring about the rain which is currently coming down in buckets.
I run the short distance to him and his arms are already open, waiting for me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and I don't wait another second because I can't.
“I love you,” I scream, my voice straining with emotion. “I know...it's too soon. And it's crazy...considering our fucked up circumstances and all. You don't have to say it back. But I need you to know it's—”
“The truth,” he finishes for me. “I know it is because I feel it.” He leans his forehead against mine. “And for the record—I love you, too.”
Our lips come together as thunder rumbles in the sky above us.
He kisses me with so much passion, I'm fighting for air...but it's no longer because I'm suffocating. I'm fighting for air because I want to live and breathe every one of his kisses for the rest of my life.
His tongue parts my lips and he swings us around so I'm pressed against the hood of his car.
I feel myself slipping due to the wet surface, but his hands are on my hips, holding me in place.
He nips my bottom lip and a low groan erupts from him. Arousal courses through me, pooling between my legs.
He presses his lips to the base of my throat and his thumb begins teasing my nipple through my bra. I feel the hum of tension between us getting stronger, building to an inferno. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
He pauses and his eyes fix on my face. “I'm not going to fuck you. At least, not until I'm sure it's what you really want and you're ready.”
I'm about to protest and tell him that I'm positive I'm ready, but he lifts my dress up and hooks his fingers onto the sides of my panties, rendering me speechless.
He gives me a sexy smirk, his expression predatory. “But I am going to fuck you with my tongue until you're coming on my face.”
I stare at him wide-eyed. “God, Ricardo. You're mouth.”
“Will be licking every inch of your pretty pussy tonight,” he says matter-of-factly.
Faster than I can blink, he peels off my panties and stuffs them in his pocket. He eases my legs apart and I become dizzy with desire when he gets on his knees before me and proceeds to bury his face between my thighs.
His tongue surges inside me, teasing me with slow licks until I'm breathless. I moan and my head lolls back when he flicks and sucks my clit into his mouth.
Then he growls my name...and his mouth is on me, really on me.
He wasn't kidding about licking every inch of me. He's claiming my pussy with his mouth, leaving no part unpleasured.
He continues bathing me with his incredible tongue and my legs start shaking. I'm positive nothing in the world has ever felt so good.
That's when he looks up at me. His dark eyes are hooded and his face is etched with lust.
That look alone could make a woman climax. And it does because the next wave of pleasure that hits me feels beyond the realm of my self-control.
He continues sucking, licking and eating me with intense fervor, never letting up. Not even when I'm pounding on his car with one hand and grabbing his hair with the other—all while screaming his name at the top of my lungs because I'm coming so hard and fast into his mouth.
I fall back against the hood of his mustang and fight to catch my breath. Fight to catch my surroundings. Hell, fight to catch my sanity.
I watch his shoulders rise and fall before he plants a tender kiss on my pussy and stands up.
If he thinks this is over....he's dead wrong.
He struck the match and lit the fucking fire...and he has no idea about the explosion that's about to go off.
He leans down to kiss me and I suck his lower lip into my mouth. My fingers find his belt and I frantically begin undoing it.
“Wait,” he says, his hands cupping my face. “Are you sure? You don't...we don't.”
I ignore him and drag his zipper down. My eyes bug out of my head when I free his erection.
Holy hell.
He's large, thick, powerful....and fucking perfect. The glint of metal from his piercing only adding to its magnificence.
“I love you and I want you, Ricardo.” And because I want to provoke him I add, “Now take me and make me yours.”
My words must trigger a carnal hunger in him because he hitches one of my legs around his waist possessively.
His eyes flash and his jaw locks. “You are mine,” he says right before I feel the tip of his cock start to enter me.
“I'm yours,” I say because I am.
I so fucking am.
He ever-so-slowly begins to enter me, being as gentle as he can as I stretch to accommodate him.
“Fuck,” we both exhale at the same time when he's fully inside me.
I've never felt anything like this before and I don't think he has either. He hasn't even started thrusting and already it feels phenomenal.
I look up at him. “Does it always feel this good?”
His arm wraps around me and lightning zaps the sky. “Never. It's never felt this good before.”
I think this is what people mean when they talk about finding their missing puzzle piece.
Ricardo's mine. He's inside me, filling me, fixing all the cracks. He's making me brand new instead of damaged.
He exhales sharply. “Tell me when I can start,” he rasps, his voice husky.
“Now. Please now,” I say, although it comes out like a plea.
The palpable heat of desire pulses through me with his first thrust and my body catches on fire.
He smooths his thumb along my jaw and tips my head up before he plants a trail of kisses from my chin to my neck.
He rocks himself into me faster, picking up the pace and I moan when he swivels his hips and his piercing hits what has to be my g-spot.
He almost pulls out completely and I whimper but then he's slamming into me again and I start quivering. He looks like he's about to stop, but these trembles and shakes come with pleasure. Amazing ripples of pleasure. “Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. These are good ones,” I pant.
His mouth slants over mine and he pulls me into a kiss so scorching my brain scrambles and all I can do is succumb to everything he's doing to me.