“You can do that?” I asked in surprise.
“Baby, I can do anything.” He tilted my head slightly so he could lean in and kiss me softly on the mouth.
I’d missed that kiss over these last four days. My longing outweighed my rage, so I forgot that I was pissed at him.
“How did you know he wasn’t me?”
“It was easy.”
His fingers glided to my neck, and his thumb rested in the corner of my mouth. “Hardly anyone can tell us apart. How did you manage?”
“You may look alike, but you’re nothing alike. The second he opened his mouth, I knew something was off. He complimented my legs, but that’s something you wouldn’t do. If you found me attractive, you would just take me. He kept calling me sweetheart…something you’ve never called me. And he wasn’t wearing your ring. I figured it out in thirty seconds.”
Approval shone in his eyes. “How did you get his gun?”
“I knocked it out of his hands, hit him in the head with the lamp, then took it.”
“Maybe I underestimated you.” His hands moved down to my waist, his large arms circling me until I was cradled against his chest.
“Of course you did.”
“It was sexy watching you point that gun at him. I like a woman who puts a man in his place.”
“I’ll put you in your place soon enough.”
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile as he pulled me closer. “I’m a man who can never be put in his place. But I welcome you to try.” He kissed the corner of my mouth before he released me.
“Did you get the pictures I sent?”
“Why do you think I came home?” He grabbed his bag off the table and carried it to his bedroom. “But then I walked in on a scene from the Godfather. Got a bit distracted.”
I followed him into his bedroom and watched him set his bag on the dresser. “I’m glad the punishment is finally over.”
“I hope you learned your lesson.”
“I did. But don’t expect me to behave myself.”
He tossed his clothes in the hamper then set his bag in the closet. “Every time you piss me off, I’ll be gone longer…and longer.”
Now he’d just raised the stakes, and I didn’t want to play his games anymore. Four days already felt like an eternity. Eight days would feel like hell. Anything longer than that would just be cruel. “What did you do while you were gone?” Did he sleep alone every night? Was he surrounded by women who wanted to dig their claws into him? Why did I care?
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into the hamper. “You should trust me. I’m a man of my word.”
“I never said I didn’t.”
He undid the top of his jeans and got them off. “I can read you better than you realize.”
He must have been telling the truth because he was right on the money. “Four nights is a long time to be alone.”
“Nothing my hand can’t fix.” He tossed his jeans into the hamper and stood in just his boxers, six-three of nothing but muscle and man. “And what did you do while I was gone?”
“Watched TV…read a book…ate a lot.”
“Touch yourself?”
I brushed off the question by tucking my hair behind my ear.
He grinned. “Admit it or deny it, I already know the answer.”
“I wouldn’t have to do that if you were here.”
“Well, you forced my hand. Don’t let it happen again.” He grabbed the bottom of my camisole and pulled it over my head, revealing my bare tits with their hard nipples. His hands palmed both of them, and he moaned, like playing with my tits felt as good as getting a massage.
“You never answered my question.”
He grabbed the top of my boxers then pushed them over my hips, revealing the bright teal thong. He lowered himself to his knees as he peeled both away, his lips caressing my thighs at the same time. “You really want to know? Or do you want to be full of my come while I tell you?” He rose to his feet again, and his hands returned to my tits. He rested his mouth close to mine and guided me back toward the bed.
All my anger and resentment faded away when this beautiful man wanted me. His powerful chest was hypnotic, and it’d been so long since his fat dick was inside me. Just like when we were lovers, I didn’t care about anything going on in real life. I just wanted to get lost in the passion, the ecstasy. “I want your come inside me…”
15
Cassini
He thrust inside me while his arms were pinned behind my knees. He’d already taken me several times, but he got hard again almost instantly and we were back at it. I was full of his come, but I was about to take another load. “Ready for more?” His blue eyes burned into mine as he kept rocking into me, getting his entire length inside me with every thrust. Long and fat, he had the kind of dick that always pleased a woman. He was anatomically built for pleasure.