Everything You Need by Melissa Blue

into her panties.
“Can you speak Italian? I took a few courses in college.”
    He parted the folds of her sex. He groaned and
pressed against her from behind. “ Bagnato. ”
    Her skin flushed with heat when the meaning hit her.
“I am, aren’t I?”
    “Very.” His tongue curved over her lobe. “And
Americans kept the good words pretty much the same.” He flicked his
finger over her very wet clitoris.
    Hazel pressed her legs together as her knees
weakened. “Okay, you can’t keep doing that if all you’re going to
do is leave.”
    He sighed. “You’re right. I should stop.” He
continued to please her with his fingers until she was rocking
against his hand.
    “Very bagnato now.” His voice sounded
hoarse.
    She would collapse on the floor if he kept this up.
She moved his hand and turned to him. “How about you give me a
refresher course in Italian.”
    Though she could see his arousal stiff against his
pants, Brice hesitated. She took his other hand and placed it over
her breasts. “What’s this?”
    His eyes darkened and she knew he wasn’t going to
leave. Her heart thudded under his palm. No she hadn’t been
lying—they both needed this.
    “Well,” he lightly pinched her nipple. “This is an ugello. ”
    She placed her hands on his face and brought his
mouth down to hers. He started to walk, moving her backwards. For
the first time in her life she followed a man’s lead willingly.
Once her brain cleared, later, she’d worry about the implications.
Her hormones were running the show tonight.
    Finally they fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs,
but his mouth stayed on hers. The kisses were no longer banking the
need growing inside her. Yes, her hormones could run the show.
    He lifted her leg and murmured, “ Piedino. ”
    She lifted his shirt over his head, feasting her eyes
on the muscled chest. “ Bello. ”
    He chuckled. “My chest is not beautiful.”
    “You’re not seeing my view.” She began to unzip his
pants. He helped her by kicking them off. She cupped him in her
hands. He was warm there, too. “Very bello ,” she
murmured.
    “ Coscia. ” He gripped her thighs, pulling her
closer until their sex brushed. He placed a kiss on her navel.
“ Ombelico …”
    He acquainted himself with her body by using his
tongue and teeth and words her brain couldn’t translate anymore. He
reached her mouth finally and said, “ Labbra. ”
    “No, that’s lower,” she sighed.
    He chuckled then kissed her. The kiss deepened and
changed the playful mood between them. She wrapped her legs around
him until he was a breath away from being inside her. She raised
her hips and moaned, but he didn’t enter her. Her thighs tightened
around him and still Brice continued to claim her mouth as his.
    He pulled back long enough to say, “You still taste
like wine.”
    Hazel’s head spun as if intoxicated. The moment felt
hazy from the effect of their foreplay and him being so close, so
damn close to being inside her. She bit his lip and he groaned. She
rocked her pelvis and he groaned again.
    He pulled away, left her cold. He rummaged on the
floor, in his jeans. “The one time I might actually thank my
brother.” He sheathed himself with a condom.
    She couldn’t laugh, not with the weight of want
coursing through her. “Brice, it’s time.”
    He didn’t take her slowly, but thrust in deep and
hard. “Cara.”
    His body was already slicked with sweat. A knot
formed in her stomach and she held onto him. This is right, she
thought. He could always take the lead as long as he made her feel
like this. The certainty of that fact scared and exhilarated her.
It brought her closer and faster to a climax. His thrusts reached
deeper. Just hold on.
    “ Cara ,” he repeated. “ Monte bella. ”
    Her heart ached in her chest at his words.
Endearments. She had needed this more than he had. A connection. It
had been years since she’d let someone in this close. Since she had
needed someone this close. Her breath