To Be Yours Again-Chapter 216 Most audacious

*LORENZO*

I am itching to touch her. But I can’t. This is the most audacious she’s been with me since we first made love.

My body is straining. How can her innocent touch be so erotic? She’s driving me wild. She eases my shirt over my shoulders and tugs it down to my elbows. I present her with my wrists.

“Cuffs.”

She flashes me a grin and undoes each one in turn, then drags my shirt off and drapes it over the armchair in front of the fire.

“Now what are you going to do?” he says.

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Danica steps back to admire his fine, toned physique in the dancing light of the fire. The gold in his hair glints, and his eyes are a luminous green. They watch her, full of promise as he stares.

Emboldened by his gaze, she reaches down and peels off her sweater, then tugs her football shirt over her head and shakes her hair loose. But her courage fails at the last minute, and she hesitates, holding the top to her breasts.

Lorenzo steps forward and gently takes it from her. “You’re lovely. I like looking at you. You won’t be needing this.” He tosses it on top of his shirt, then takes a strand of her hair and winds it around his finger. Bringing it to his lips, he kisses it. “You are so brave. In so many ways. And I’ve fallen for you. All of you. Madly. Passionately.” His words heat her blood, and he tugs the lock, drawing her into his arms.

He angles her head and kisses her like his life depends on it. “I could have lost you,” he whispers.

His skin is warm against hers, and the desire within her burns brighter. She wants him. All of him. Greedily, she kisses him, her tongue twisting with his. Her hands rest on the back of his head, drawing him closer. His lips move to her jaw, her throat. And her hands travel down his body to the waistband of his jeans.

She wants to touch him. Every inch of him. But she stops. She doesn’t know what to do.

Lorenzo holds her chin tenderly between his fingers. “Danica,” he growls against her ear. “I want you to touch me.” The need in his voice is arousing.

“I want to.”

He grazes her earlobe with his teeth.

“Ah,” she groans as the muscles tighten deep in her belly.

“Undo my jeans.” He kisses a trail of butterfly kisses down her neck. Hastily her fingers scramble to his waistband, brushing against his hardened penis. She stops, fascinated by his body, and in a really bold move places her hand over his erection.

“Oh, God,” he whispers.

Tentatively her fingers trace around him.

He gasps, and she stops. “I am hurting you?”

“No. No. No. This is good. Yeah.” He’s breathless. “Really good. Don’t stop.”

She grins, feeling more confident. With deft fingers she undoes his top button. He stands stock-still as she moves to the zipper.

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*LORENZO*

I take a deep breath. She is going to unman me. Her delight is contagious and I love that she’s finally plucking up the courage to undress me. In the firelight, her skin is radiant, and the deep red and blue highlights glimmer in her hair. I want to throw her onto the bed and make easy, sweet love to her. But I need to slow down. Let her discover things at her own pace. While she undoes my fly, she seems less self-conscious. She’s even forgotten she’s not wearing her bra.

She has beautiful, full breasts. I want to worship each one until her nipples are rock hard and she’s squirming beneath me. But I restrain myself and muffle my groan. She tugs my jeans down my legs, and I step out of them, so I’m standing before her in just my underwear.

“Your turn,” I whisper, and make quick work of her fly and peel off her jeans. She steps out of them, and I cup her face gently and kiss her. “It’s cold. Let’s get into bed.”

“Okay.” She slides under the covers, her eyes on me. “Oh, the bed is cold!” she squeaks.

“We’ll warm it up.”

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Danica’s eyes flit to his straining shorts.

He grins. “What?” he asks.

She flushes.

“What?” Lorenzo insists.

“Take them off.”

“My underwear?” Lorenzo’s smile is lopsided.

“Yes.”

He smirks, and removes one sock. Then the other. “There!”

“That is not what I was talking about.” She giggles, marveling at how boyish he can be.

He laughs and with one swift move slides off his shorts, freeing his erection, then tosses the underpants at her.

“Hey!” she cries out, playfully. She deflects them, but he leaps onto the bed, landing beside her.

“Brrr...move over.” Lorenzo snuggles in beside her under the sheets, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. “I want to hold you for a moment. I can’t believe I almost lost you today.” He plants a soft kiss in her hair and squeezes her tight. She sees he’s closed his eyes, as if he’s in pain.

“You didn’t. I am here. I would have fought them to stay with you,” she whispers.

“They would have hurt you.”

Sitting up suddenly, he lifts her hand to inspect the bruise on her side. His demeanor hardens. “Look at what they did to you.” He hesitates, concerned.

“It’s okay.”

“Maybe we should just nap.” Lorenzo looks doubtful.

“What? No.”

“I don’t think...”

“Lorenzo! Don’t think.”

“Danica...”

She reaches up and places a finger on his lips. “Please...” she says.

“Oh, baby.” Taking her hand, he kisses each knuckle. Then he bends down and rings her bruise with tender kisses. Her fingers find his hair, and she tugs hard, so that he has to look up at her.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” she says hurriedly. “I want this. I want you.” He sighs, and his mouth travels up to her breast and its nipple, teasing and sucking as he goes. She groans and writhes beneath him, closing her eyes and surrendering to the pleasure of his touch and his lips.

Her fingers dig into his back, and she feels his erection against her hip. She’s yearning to explore his body. All of his body.

He looks up at her. “What is it?”

“I...I...” She blushes.

“Tell me.”

She laughs, embarrassed, and shuts her eyes. “Tell me.”

She opens one eye and squints at him.

“You’re driving me crazy. What is it?”

“I want to touch you,” she says, and hides her face with her hands.

Peeking through her fingers, she watches Lorenzo’s eyes soften, amused, she thinks.

He lies down beside her. “I’m all yours,” he says. She leans up on one elbow, and they gaze at each other. “You’re so lovely,” he whispers.

She strokes his cheek, enjoying the feel of his rough stubble.