Defending My Mobster (BWWM Romance) (12 page)

“Tell him to kick him in the balls for me!” That did make me laugh. Nia was so fierce.

Half an hour later, Nia emerged from the bathroom in just a cream-colored towel and I instantly started salivating. She threw herself on the bed to groan, and I took it as a good sign. Supposedly baths made women feel better.

“You ready for another nap already, Nia?” Crawling over to her, I swung my leg over her butt to straddle her and pushed up her towel. How many times had I fantasized about her ass? The answer would be many, many times. Nia had a full figure and was perfectly proportioned without being too skinny.

“No. I’m not that kind of tired.” Mumbling into the sheets, she stretched long ways and I removed her towel completely. It was a view I couldn't resist.

“You’re so beautiful, bella.” I said, pushing her hair to the side as I spoke. I ran my fingertips down Nia’s back and was rewarded with a delicious shiver. I loved it when she did that.

“Why do you have to talk so much?” she grumbled.

My smirk had to be a mile wide at the question before I leaned down to kiss her shoulder blade.

“I thought girls like accents,” I said. Nipping the spot, I liked the way Nia moaned ever so softly.

“I’m around you too much. I don’t notice it anymore,” she said reasonably. 

Running my hands down her sides, I gripped her hips lightly before pushing myself up. The front of my jeans was plastered to her glorious ass and I heard yet another moan before speaking up right in her ear.

“Ti piace quando parlo così?”

Pressing insistently against her, I kissed her shoulder as her breath hitched audibly in her throat.

“Whatever you just said, the answer is yes.” Chuckling at her breathless voice, I figured it wouldn’t be hard to teach Nia Italian. It was an easy language once she got the hang of it. It would be fun to have sex while we both were speaking in my native tongue.

Chapter 15 - Nia

Angel rubbed himself against my back and I felt like I was in heaven. I’d always been too busy with work for a relationship, and it went without saying that sex wasn’t at the top of my list of things to do. He nibbled on my skin, stroked my sides and thrust his hips against my butt and I loved it. What’s more, I needed it. I had felt the pressure building for most of our relationship, as strange as it was. Now to be so close made every move a delicious tingle that roared through me, leaving me wanting more. I knew he felt the same, he just had better control.

“Don’t get too excited now,” he muttered in my ear. Angel let out a groan when I pushed up my backside before flipping me over. He kissed my mouth hungrily, and I felt my body temperature rise as he brushed his palm over my nipple. Nudging my legs open with his knees, he held himself up with a hand on either side of my head as our kiss became more heated and frenzied. Neither of us was exerting any control over our mutually pent up desires.

Gasping when Angel suddenly tweaked my nipple, I arched my back and whimpered when his tongue tangled with mine. He was such a good kisser. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I locked my ankles around his waist and lifted my head to kiss him fervently. It was about time we got to this, and to say I was excited was an understatement.

“Oh-h-h…” My moan was loud and bounced off the high ceiling as he kneaded my breast roughly, and I rolled my hips as my nails fought for purchase in his skin.

“I really want to play with you a little, but I don’t know if I can wait,” he told me against my lips almost absently. Angel climbed out of his jeans before his fingers trailed away from my chest to go lower.

“You’re so wet, bella,” he commented. 

“Shut up already,” I said getting a little frustrated. Normally I liked it when Angel was all sweet and stuff, but it was just getting on my nerves. Talking wasn’t what I wanted.

“Non sei arrabbiato è vero?” Sliding through my moist folds, Angel’s Italian and the impressive member between my legs made me moan again. I didn’t know that I liked that kind of thing. Then again, I’d never been with someone that spoke a second language. Bucking a little, I couldn’t stop the whining noise I made because this was just taking too long. He needed to hurry!

The spongey tip of Angel’s cock poised at my entrance and I tensed instantly. I held my breath, and moved my hands so they were tangled in his hair to help brace myself. When he slowly slid inside me, I couldn’t even do anything other than shudder anyway.

“Great God in Heaven…” Groaning out the words as his hips hit mine, I had a half a second to inhale before his mouth was on mine. Angel sat up, so I was on his lap, and the change of position made me squeak in a very unattractive way but against my lips he only smiled.

“You like having such a big cock inside you, bella?” Nodding hastily, I rolled my hips and only briefly acknowledged that Angel was definitely bigger than average. It almost felt weird, because I hadn’t had sex in so long, but I adjusted easily. Letting my head fall back, I leaned away and he took hold of my waist to pump his hips.

“Ah-h fuck…” It started off slowly at first, with a steady rhythm and only the faintest of slapping noises from our flesh hitting. Then it started to get quicker, and rougher. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and with every thrust I whimpered at the full feeling inside me. It had never been like this before, I was sure.

Leaning forward, Angel smashed his mouth on mine and wrapped his hands around my shoulders. We were joined in the best possible way.

“Preparatevi, bella, questo sta per ottenere selvatici.”

Angel’s Italian was like a growl into my mouth and things suddenly felt stiflingly hot. He rammed into my channel, and the impact made me squeeze down on him, but he didn’t stop with just one. It was almost like I was falling, I couldn’t open my eyes and the pleasure hit me hard, making my breath come out in choked gasps. Panting heavily, my nails scored his back and the squelching noise that came from our conjoined bodies sounded loudly, like music, in my ears.

Angel lifted my leg, and I flipped onto my side to grip the sheets with white knuckles as he pushed himself up. The intensity of his thrusts didn’t decrease, and I held my breath as my eyes rolled a little.

“Y-yes! Yes! Right there!” Crying out as he mercilessly pounded against my cervix, I only faintly registered Angel’s groan before he slapped my butt hard.

“Yes-s-s…“ Hissing, he pressed his fingertips to the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs and I screamed into the sheets. Convulsing lightly as waves of pleasure rolled over me like a tsunami, I heard Angel curse profusely before his hips slammed into my thighs one last time.

“Oh-h-h…“ Moaning when he pulled away, I tried to control the way I was gasping for air and my legs trembled as they lay askew across the bed.

“Damn. That was so much better than I thought it would be, Nia,” he admitted to me. Wrapping me up lazily so my back was pressed into his chest, Angel panted against my ear and I hummed in response.

“Cuddle time.”

***

“Angel, where are we going?” Snapping in annoyance, I was beginning to think that spending the past week with Angel had been a bad thing. All he did was get on my nerves, and in my pants. It was starting to get old, especially when I didn’t have anything else to do but find ways to get mad at him. I really needed to get back to work before I drove us crazy.

“Don’t be so grumpy, Nia. I told you already we’re going on a date. It’s supposed to have some mystery to it,” he said amused. Huffing lightly, I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned. He was testing my patience in another way.

“I don’t like surprises!” I told him firmly. I was very close to just smacking him upside the head because he knew this already. Angel had already figured that out the hard way several times, but he only just smirked from his driver’s seat position.

“I know, but trust me. You’ll like this,” he assured me.

“I really doubt that,” he replied.

Chapter 16 - Angel

Watching Nia stare at the big poster in the window of the theater was absolutely priceless. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes were big and she just looked shocked. When I decided to bring her to a play, I picked one at random and prayed to God she liked it. My luck was back, it appeared.

Apparently it worked.

“How do you know I love this play?” she asked. Turning to face me, Nia ogled me skeptically even as I shrugged.

“Lover’s intuition,” I told her. She looked beautiful as ever tonight. Nia wore a blue evening dress that fell to her knees, and it showed off her legs nicely. Hell, she could wear a paper bag and I’d find it sexy, just because I knew what was underneath.
 

“Come on,” I said. Shaking my head at the thought, I took her hand and led the way to the ticket booth.

There was an entire possibility that I’d get lucky tonight over a completely lucky choice. It gave me the assurance to think about Nia later, when I wasn’t trying to show her a good time that didn’t involve a bed.

“Oh, I love this part,” she told me. Once we were in our seats, Nia would not stop talking, and it was my turn to stare as she pointed to something in the pamphlet she’d received. It was never a boring pastime, and the fact that she was grinning from ear to ear only made my eyes ache from how extremely bubbly she was.

“Did you know this was written in 1857 and wasn’t even performed until 2001? Not even one time,” she said in amazed awe.

This was going to be a long show, I thought.

Throughout the entire play, Nia kept spouting random facts, quoting the actors and leaning around in her seat. If it weren’t dead quiet in the big room, I would’ve laughed from how incredibly captivated she was, but I kept it inside. She’d probably hit me anyway. Truth be told, though, I didn’t even know what the play was about. It was just too amusing to watch her reactions. I could see myself becoming a regular at the theatre without ever knowing the play I saw.

“Oh, for there shall be so woe!” Watching her lips move, I felt my thoughts turn to how this all even came about. When I first went to Nia’s office for help with my murder charges, I never expected this to happen. She was sexy as hell, yes, but it was hard to think of life without her. Over the first four weeks, I found it harder and harder to stretch the truth or something because she always gave me a look. It was an 'I know you’re lying’ kind of look that scared the crap out of me because it was exactly the same as the one my mother wore whenever I had tried to lie to her. A little creepy.

One thing that instantly attracted me to Nia was how passionate she was about almost everything. She would fight for what was right even for a person like me. I could still remember the expression on her face when she told me ‘no funny business’ because she didn’t represent people who were actual criminals. It had been in our first meeting, and as promised, I kept clean until my trial was over. I felt it was going to be a rough time.

It wasn’t that hard to do, actually.

“That was amazing!” Smiling at the almost childish squeal that came from Nia’s mouth, I didn’t find it at all alarming that I couldn’t even remember what had happened during the play. I’d spent too much time watching her instead.

“I’m glad you liked it, bella,” I honestly told her.

Walking out of the theater, I couldn’t help but feel that good kind of satisfaction that came from giving a woman something she truly wanted. It wasn’t something I had experienced much before, and it was nice.

“Like? I loved it. You were right,” she admitted. The declaration made me chuckle because it wasn’t often she said such a thing. Nia seemed to be just so excited though, and it was cute to watch.

“So you’re definitely going back to work on Monday. What do you want to do until then?” Opening the door to my car for her, I posed my question and hoped Nia didn’t hit me as she slid into the seat. It wasn’t really my fault she was so delectable. The same couldn’t be said for why I was constantly trying to get her in bed, though. If I had my way she’d never leave it, and maybe that was why she’d been so snappy lately. I wanted her like a heroin addict looking for a fix. I just couldn't help myself, I didn't really want to either.

Rounding the car, I jumped into the driver’s seat and shoved the key into the ignition before she spoke up.

“I don’t know. I need to reorganize my files -- that’s going to take forever…” Muttering more to herself than me, Nia sighed heavily as I pulled off the curb to drive towards her apartment. That was a small problem for us, we were both high profile people with high profile jobs and busy lives. The past week and a half had been a blessing because she wasn’t working, but now that she would be, things would get a little hectic.