He leaned down and kissed me softly. It was tentative, almost probing, but then I pushed my lips tighter against his and a soft, strangled moan escaped my throat. He groaned and pulled my body tight against his, held me there, kissed me hard and deep—but this time, it didn’t stop. He tugged my shirt off, kissed my neck and my chest, unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor, his hands on my skin, his hands on my breasts.
I took a deep heady breath and knew this was right. I felt his lips on my neck and whispered his name.
“Do you think about this when you’re alone in your room?” he whispered, his voice gruff and intense. “Do you wonder what it would be like to feel me between your legs?”
“I don’t want to wonder anymore.” I tugged at his shirt and felt his hard chest, his beating heart, his rough abs and gorgeous, cut muscles.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. You know that by now, don’t you?” He reached down and unbuckled his jeans, letting them fall down onto the floor. I gasped as he pushed me against the wall then dropped to his knees and slowly peeled off my pants until I was wearing nothing but a pair of black panties.
His fingers teased me as he stood and pushed himself against me again. Pleasure blossomed all through my body and I couldn’t help the moans that rolled off my tongue. I’d been waiting at home for this, I knew it deep inside, I’d been waiting for him to come home and touch me again, come home and make me feel right. He could do that for me, his tongue and fingers, his lips and teeth, all of him could bring me back from the brink and save me.
I didn’t know I needed saving. Not even when it seemed like Cosimo would have me and everything was lost, not even then. I didn’t know I needed him to swoop in and save my life, but right now, in this kitchen, with his body pressed against mine, I knew it without a doubt. I knew I needed him to come and take me away, take me somewhere only he knew about, somewhere warm and safe in his arms.
I gasped as I stroked him over his boxer briefs, and moaned as I pulled them off him. I was dripping for him when he turned me around and put my hands up on the wall. He teased me from behind, his body rough and gorgeous, his hands so gentle and skilled and right. His cock quivered, pulsing with the beat of his heart, so hard it seemed impossible, and when he grabbed my hips and pressed himself deep inside me, I knew it was right.
I gasped, tilted my head back, and let him have me. He leaned over my shoulder, lips against my neck and ear. “I didn’t know how badly I needed this until you came into my life.”
“Yeah?” I gasped and he pulled my hair. “You needed all this heartache? All this stress and danger?”
He laughed softly and held himself inside me. “Darling, you’re so much more than stress and danger. You’re laughter, and pleasure, and everything good.”
I leaned back and he kissed me over my shoulder. “Tell me why you’re doing this. Please, tell me, and make me believe it.”
He gripped my hair and moved slowly, taking me in and out. “Because you’re worth the risk. Because you need a man like me, and I need a woman like you.”
“You should’ve run away the second I showed up in your life.”
“Maybe.” He pressed himself hard inside me and I gasped. “But that’s not what I do.”
He pulled back and lifted me up then put me down on the counter. He slid himself deep and fucked me like that, taking me hard, making my body sweat as I gripped the cabinets, the countertop, the sink. He kissed me, bit my lower lip, teased my nipples with his tongue and lips and teeth and, god, he felt good, so good, plunging deep inside me, taking me rough and raw, taking me like I needed.
I felt sweat roll down my body and I rolled my hips, faster and faster. We were in a frenzy, I knew it, unthinking, feeling only him inside me, feeling only that glow that comes from a perfect body. I moaned his name, again and again, faster and faster and took him, took him right, and he growled my name as I came with him deep inside me, as I came on every inch of him.
I bit his lip and trembled in his arms, but he wasn’t finished with me. He took his fill and finished between my legs, and I gasped his name. He held me there, panting, sweat on both our skin, and I felt dizzy and wild for him, out of control in a way I’d never felt in my life. Instead of fear and worry, I only felt pleasure, and joy, and yes—I felt content with him.