Now Or Never (Erotic Romance) Book 2 (The DeLuca Brothers) Read Free

were rather handsome instead. When her friends had been going on about guys
with delicate features and lean bodies, she'd always been partial to the
muscular builds of football players wrestlers. Then there was that intelligence
that she was sure most people dismissed because of his appearance. And there
was definitely something behind those dark eyes. Anthony DeLuca was so her
type.
    She'd seen on
his face that he'd enjoyed the dance as much as she did, making the decision to
draw things out all the more difficult. She'd considered winning and taking him
home with her for all sorts of fun, but common sense won out. She was a good
judge of character, but even she wouldn't consider thirty minutes enough time
to know if she trusted someone enough to fuck them. First date, maybe, first
meeting, not so much.
    As she hailed a
cab, she wondered what type of date Anthony would have planned for the two of
them, but by the time she reached her apartment building, her thoughts had
taken a bit of a turn. Even as she climbed the stairs, she couldn't help but
think about what she would have done if she'd won. She'd always been an
outside-the-box thinker. It was one of the things that made her so good at her
job. It also made her sex life quite interesting.
    She dropped her
keys on the table and kicked off her shoes. Before she made herself anything
for dinner, there was a different hunger that she wanted to satisfy. She
dropped her shirt on the ground as she crossed to the worn thrift-store couch
she'd purchased yesterday. One of the things she'd always loved about living by
herself was being able to do what she wanted when and where she wanted to do
it. She stretched out on the couch, resting her head on the arm as she got
comfortable.
    She closed her
eyes and let her fingers brush over her bare stomach and up to her breasts. She
traced along the edges of her lace bra, touching the smooth skin of one breast,
then the other. As she began to unsnap the front of her bra, she let her mind
wander.
    The skin on
his hands was rough against the soft skin of her stomach. When he opened the
clasp on her bra, her breasts fell free. He made a noise in the back of his
throat as he reached for them, palming their heavy weight. His thumb brushed
over one nipple and she moaned, the sensitive skin instantly responding. He
smiled and bent his head to take the peach-colored nub between his lips. His
finger and thumb worked over her other nipple as he began to lavish attention
to the one in his mouth.
    Cecile tugged on
her nipples, making them into hard little bullet points. What would it be like
to have Anthony's hands and mouth on her breasts? Would he be gentle, letting
his tongue caress her flesh? Would his lips close tight around her nipple,
sucking on it until she writhed beneath him? Was he a teeth man, enjoying the
little gasps and squeals he could elicit by scraping his teeth over her sensitive
flesh, by biting her? Did he prefer to use his fingers, rolling and pulling
until her nipples stood at attention? Would he worry at them until they
throbbed, approaching the point of pain, until she wasn't sure if she wanted
him to stop or to keep going until she came? Would he be able to make her
climax just from playing with her nipples?
    She slid her
hands down over her stomach to her jeans, parting her legs ever so slightly.
Once she'd undone the button and pulled down the zipper, she returned her left hand
to her breasts. Her right hand moved to the waistband of her panties. As her
fingers slipped beneath the elastic, images filled her mind once more.
    He stood
behind her, his arms around her waist. The wind was brisk as they watched the
boats on the river, but neither of them really felt the cold. In fact, Cecile
was quite warm pressed up against Anthony. His hands slid beneath the hem of
her shirt, up over her denim-clad hips to find her bare skin. It was a good
thing she'd decided to wear a long sweater today, Cecile thought as Anthony's
fingers