Hot Moves – Summer Lovin Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
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"That sounds like a plan to me," I say, my voice a soft whisper.

We slip out of bed, the cool air making me shiver as I follow him into the en-suite bathroom. The space is luxurious, with gleaming marble surfaces and a spacious shower encased in glass.

Lorenzo turns on the water and tests the temperature before stepping back to allow me to enter the steamy enclosure first. The warm spray feels heavenly against my skin, and I groan as it slowly eases the stiffness in my muscles. I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade through my hair, relishing the sensation.

He joins me, and the small confines of the shower suddenly feel infinitely more intimate. The heat from his muscular body mingles with the steam. Lorenzo takes a bottle of shower gel and squeezes a generous amount into his hands before working it into a lather.

"Turn around," he instructs in his soothing voice. I do as he asks, closing my eyes as he begins to massage the lather into my shoulders and down my back. His hands move with care and precision, and I can’t help but relax completely under his touch.

The feel of his fingers kneading the tension from my muscles is blissful. I let out a contented sigh as I lean into his touch. He moves from my back to my arms while gently washing away the remnants of sleep and last night's intensity.

When he reaches my lower back, his hands slow and his touch becomes more of a caress. My breath hitches as his fingers glide over my hips. There's nothing hurried about his languid, almost reverent tenderness.

"Does that feel better?" he asks, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

"Much better," I manage to whisper. "Thank you."

As he turns me around, his eyes lock onto mine, and he moves his hands to the front of my body, repeating the same gentle, thorough washing. There's an intimacy in the act that feels almost sacred, and the unspoken bond between us grows stronger with each touch.

I lather my hands and start to wash him in return. My movements are tentative at first, but his encouraging smile gives me confidence. I trace the muscles of his chest and the taut lines of his abdomen, feeling the powerful muscles jump beneath my fingers.

The water washes away the foam, leaving our skin slick and warm. Lorenzo's hands move to my face, cupping my cheeks as he leans down to kiss me. It's a soft, lingering kiss that speaks of passion and promise.

"We should rinse off." His voice is a mix of amusement and longing. "Before we both end up waterlogged."

I nod and we move under the spray together to wash away the last of the bubbles. The simplicity of the moment and the closeness fills my heart.

After we step out of the shower, Lorenzo wraps a plush towel around me before drying me with the same care he'd used in the shower. His touch wakes up the passion deep inside me. Once we’re both dry, he pulls me against his hard body.

TEN

LORENZO

The steam from the shower still lingers in the bathroom, curling in delicate tendrils as I step out and wrap a towel around my waist. Mira’s radiant skin glows from the heat of the shower and our shared moments under the water. She looks up at me, and I see a mixture of desire and tenderness shining from her blue eyes that makes my heart pound.

I take her hand and pull her curvy body close. Without a word, I lift her, placing her bottom on the cool marble of the bathroom counter. Her breath catches, and she looks at me with wide, trusting eyes, fueling the fire inside me.

My hands glide up her thighs, parting her legs gently. I step between them and lean in to kiss her deeply. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer, and I can feel the electricity between us, a current that singes my skin and leaves me wanting more.

“Lorenzo,” she whispers, her voice a breathy plea. The sound of my name on her lips is an intoxicating drug I can’t get enough of.

I let the towel fall from my waist before pressing my body against hers. Her skin is soft and warm, and I trace the curve of her back while pulling her hips toward me. She gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

I move slowly, loving the way her body responds to mine. I guide myself into her, inch by inch, watching the expressions of ecstasy and anticipation flit across her face. She’s so responsive, so open, and it drives me wild.

She moans softly and the sound reverberates through me. Holding her curvy hips tight, I begin to move quickly, finding a rhythm while she clings to me even tighter. The exquisite sensation is a perfect blend of intimacy and urgency. The cool counter beneath her contrasts with our heated bodies, adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure.


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