TONY: Slow Burn (Raging Fire Book 1) by Kallypso Masters (the false prince TXT) 📕

other inner thigh and made her way up again. Her hair brushed his balls, making his cock bounce in the air. Was this going to be the extent of her after-kiss? She had covered the territory of his Bermudas, but he’d hoped for something more…intimate. He wasn’t sure how they’d go back to the game once her hot mouth was on his cock, but he didn’t care. He was finished playing games and ready to take this woman to bed.

Or the floor, the table, wherever, if they didn’t make it upstairs first.

Her hands dug into the cheeks of his butt and her nails scraped down his buns to the backs of his thighs. The woman was killing him, not that he had many complaints. He already knew her mouth would be potent on his cock, but this playful side left him uncertain about how this would end.

Carmella pulled away and looked up at him. She gave a coy smile that left him wondering what she intended to do next. “I have a dilemma. Technically, your beach shorts were also your underwear. Do I keep going with my kisses, or do we consider this debt paid in full?”

Tony growled.

She grinned then closed her eyes and placed a kiss on the underside of his cocktip. His cock bobbed, smacking her on the lips, and she kissed him again. He opened and closed his fist in an effort to keep from grabbing her by the hair to control her motions. Tony was ready for her to take him in her mouth, but instead she abruptly stood and without a word returned to her chair.

“Your evil side is not becoming, dolcezza.”

She gave a hearty laugh. “If you want more kisses, shut up and deal. My tank top is still on me, so that’s my ante. You have some catching up to do, T.G. So beat me.”

Tony could see a bra underneath her tank but wasn’t sure if it was built-in or another layer keeping him from kissing her breasts. He might have a couple more layers before he’d hit pay dirt. At the moment, he just wanted both of them stripped bare so they could move this upstairs. What was he thinking to propose a strip poker game as foreplay?

“All I have left is my wristband. I know it only counts as a one, but I hope you’ll cut me some slack here.”

Tony shuffled and dealt the round. After checking his cards, he was relatively certain his three of a kind would win the hand. When he drew a deuce to replace one of the two cards he’d discarded, he knew he had her just where he wanted.

He’d find out soon how many layers remained on her body.

“Full house, jacks high.” Tony splayed his cards on the table noting the glimpse of disappointment on her face.

Without even showing her hand, she stood and waited for him. Maybe she was throwing the hand like he did a few minutes ago, but he didn’t care. Her gaze fell to his erection as he boldly walked toward her. Tony skimmed his hands under the tank and across her taut belly and around to her back, pulling her against him. He wanted to kiss her lips but would play by their established rules—for now. He slipped the strap off her right shoulder and placed a kiss there, then did the same to the left.

“Lift your arms, dolcezza.”

She did so, her gaze locked with his and never wavering. In one fell swoop, he lifted the tank off her torso and over her head. He glanced down to find her breasts naked with her nipples growing hard before his eyes. She placed her hands at the back of her head as if presenting herself for an erotic inspection.

Shit!

He bent to place a kiss on one of those perky peaks, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Her tit grew harder against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Tony pulled back slowly, not letting go of her nipple until she moaned with what sounded like pleasure.

Tony took her other nipple between his teeth, gently but firmly applying pressure until he heard her gasp. So damned responsive. His cock screamed for release, but she was still in her shorts and probably her panties. They hadn’t even finished the game.

Oh, hell. Enough already.

“I’m forfeiting the game.”

“But we don’t know who will win yet.”

“We’ll both win, principessa.”

Without a word, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the kitchen and through the villa to the stairway. She laughed, holding on to his neck and placing a kiss on his lower jaw. “I told you I was good at poker. I’ve sent you running.”

With his erection tapping against her ass, Tony grinned. “We can hold our own Texas Hold ’Em tournament when we get back to Colorado. If we manage to keep our clothes on, I can’t be beat.”

“You’re on.”

How was he supposed to be at the top of his game with Carm’s naked body distracting him? But he counted himself a winner too. Soon he’d be buried deep inside her. He just hoped he’d have the wherewithal to take it slow enough to make it better than anything she’d ever experienced before.

When Tony put her back on her feet, she did a slow striptease with the remainder of her clothing. She did wear panties, though Tony hadn’t known if she’d gone commando too. His eyes smoldered as she ever so slowly removed both layers.

Tony closed the gap between them. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her passionately.

As much as she loved kissing him, right now, all she wanted was to get him into her bed. She inched backward until she felt the mattress at the backs of her thighs and then let herself fall backward. Tony wasted no time in joining her, lying on his side, tucking one arm under her neck, and playing with her hair. He lavished kisses over her shoulder while his