Family Ties (Morelli Family 4)

“I’m sure Mark’s got everything under control,” he says, brushing a soft kiss across my lips and stepping back to let me inside.

He helps me out of my jacket, hanging it on the coat hook next to his. Just the sight of our two coats hanging side by side makes me yearn a little. I’m so far gone, it’s ridiculous.

“I just got here a few minutes ago,” he tells me, taking my hand and hauling me toward the kitchen. “I didn’t have time to get lunch started.”

“That’s fine,” I say, dropping my purse on the chair by the island. “I don’t know if you know this about me, but I’m a pretty good cook.”

“Good thing,” he says, lightly. “I definitely couldn’t marry you otherwise.”

I grin, loving this new joke. I don’t even care how impossible it is, I’ll never nitpick any mention of marriage falling from Salvatore’s sexy lips.

My gaze drops to other sexy parts of him as he bends to grab vegetables and a salad container out of the refrigerator.

Mm, I like him.

Less interested in food all of a sudden, I walk over to him. He glances up with a question in his gray eyes, but I answer it, bringing my hand to the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. He drops the food on the counter, his strong arms moving around my waist. My pulse kicks up when his tongue sweeps into my mouth, strong and sure, leading me. He turns me, backing me up against the counter.

He’s wearing a button-down today, and even though I didn’t expect more than lunch on my way over, now I can’t keep my fingers off his buttons.

“Are we doing naked lunch?” he asks, eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You should always be naked,” I inform him.

Sal smirks, his gaze raking over my fully-clothed form as I undress him. “I could say the same about you.”

I feel kind of bad I made him wait so long for sex—not because I owed it to him or anything, but because I really did want him. It kills me to let my horrid ex have control over my life now that he’s blessedly out of it, and I never want Sal to have to pay for his sins.

I’m also dating the sexiest man I’ve ever had the good fortune to look at, let alone make love to, so there’s that.

I can’t help smiling at my own thoughts as I slip the last button through its corresponding hole, pushing the shirt back and dragging it down his arms. My impulse is to drop to my knees, but I kind of want him to fuck me.

“What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” Sal asks, cupping my face and bringing it closer, brushing his lips across my forehead.

“Timing. We still have to make lunch and I need to get back to the bakery, but…”

Bending his head to kiss my neck, he murmurs, “Fuck the bakery.”

I smirk. “I’d rather fuck you.”

Groaning into my neck, he pulls back abruptly, grabbing the hem of my shirt and dragging it up over my head. “It’s settled, then,” he announces, his hands dropping to the waistband of my jeans. He makes quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping.

“Should we go to the bedroom?” I ask, looking up at him.

His gray eyes bore into mine, dark with need, but still with a spark of humor as he shakes his head. “We’re short on time, remember? Walking to the bedroom takes so long.”

“Yeah, like a whole minute,” I shoot back, but he’s already yanking my jeans down my legs and turning me around to face the counter. I step out of the jeans for flexibility’s sake, then position myself for him. My pulse quickens at the sound of his zipper going down. His tan, sexy fingers ripping the top off a condom wrapper. I practically vibrate with yearning, needing to feel his hands on me.

He leans forward, dropping a trail of kisses down my spine. Chills follow. He makes everything feel so nice. It’s such a drastic difference from my only other experience. I wish I would’ve met him first.

His hands skim the curve of my hips, then he grips one and lets the other wander between my spread legs. I push my head back, sighing with pleasure as his hand cups my pussy, one finger pushing inside me. I’m already turned on, so it only takes a few seconds of him toying with me to make me slick enough for him to slide in.

He always thinks of me though, so he rubs circles around my clit anyway, sending little sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I’m still not used to that.

Finally he stops and shifts positions just a little, guiding his cock between my legs. It’s not just physical pleasure I feel as he slides inside me. I feel at peace, happy. He’s where he should be—with me. It’s the most satisfying feeling in the world, having a man who actually loves me push inside of me. He’s certainly the first in that regard. I hold onto the counter, Sal pumping into me. He’s moving slowly right now, giving me a chance to respond. A chance to change my mind. I feel bad that he thinks he has to do that, but no part of me wants him to stop.