GIO (Interracial Rockstar Romance)

And now I would have to step off the ledge, without looking down under my feet, without knowing where I would land and if I would be safe.

But in the end,

I would because

Gio was worth the fall.

He gave me pleasure, but more importantly, he believed in me. No other man had ever stopped from looking at himself in the mirror and turned to me, wondering about my dreams—my goals. My needs.

No one ever cared like him.

I don’t care what Ru thinks. I’m going to see where this goes.

Even if I crumbled, even if I crashed to the ground ass first, it would all be worth it. The experience of being in his arms, of tasting his lips, of feeling his thick cock moving inside of me...it was worth any possible heartbreak or tears.

Fuck. I’m falling for him.

And I didn’t give one damn at all.

After dinner, he guided me toward a private elevator that he explained only went to our suite. For several quiet seconds, we waited for it to arrive. The whole time, he slipped his gaze along my body. An intense passion filled his eyes. No man had ever looked at me like that. It stirred so many hungry emotions in me and had my heart swelling and ready to burst. He took my breath away.

He leaned forward. “What’s on your mind, princess?”

“I’m thinking about you and how special you make me feel.” I lifted one hand and touched one of those chiseled cheeks, not trusting my fingers to go any lower. Being around him made me horny as fuck. I couldn’t wait to get to his room.

How long had it been where I’d thought of something else besides music? Giovanni had changed everything and had my mind spinning in the whirlwind of him.

“I make you feel special?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“That’s no good. You’re supposed to feel like the most exquisite, breathtaking woman in the whole world.”

I tossed him a wicked grin. “I feel that way too.”

“Hmmm. My job is still not done.” With a wicked smile, Gio brought his lips to mine. I could feel the corners of his lips holding that smile and I wondered how else he would rock my world. Then, he deepened the kiss, and that smile of his left as his mouth focused on setting me on fire.

Fuck Ru. Fuck everybody.

By the time we arrived at the luxury suite, he’d wrapped his arms around me and consumed my lips. The lights weren’t even on. Only moonlight slipped through the curtains.

The door shut behind us. Our focus remained on our bodies and nothing else. Heat and hungry lust rushed between us. It was like neither one of us could get enough of the other.

Although we’d eaten, we were famished. Starving. Ravenous. His kiss was passion in the purest form. His hard, muscular body molded against mine as he devoured every inch of me, peeling away my clothes and undoing the ponytail in my hair.

I could feel his arousal, that thick cock pressing against my stomach. It called to me and lust responded deep within my core, flooding my sex with heat. His tongue tasted like wine. His scent surrounded me, making me drunk on him. His hands slipped all over me, everywhere, running up and down my back, cupping my ass, gliding over my breasts.

It made me crazy to fuck him.

Unhappy that we weren’t already naked, I grabbed that expensive shirt. He watched my fingers as they slowly undid the buttons. I almost groaned when I pulled back the fabric and explored his hard, bare chest with my fingers. Those lovely tattoos snaked up his neck and shoulder.

“You’ve got to be the sexiest man alive.” I undid the last button, yanking the shirt away from those huge arms. My heartbeat increased as his shirt fell to the floor. Being this close to Gio triggered a powerful sensation to rush through my veins.

I could get used to this. There’s nothing else I would want to do at night.

I ran my fingers over his broad chest and he groaned.

“These breasts...” Gio brought his hands to my shirt and cupped their fullness, sliding his thumbs across my nipples. “These breasts are mine to cherish. They’re mine to love. Mine to lick. Mine to suck.”

I stilled my hands on his chest. “All yours?”

“All mine.”

“Then...” I caressed each big pectoral muscle decorated in hot tatts. The man could cause accidents if he walked the crosswalk shirtless. “These muscles are mine to cherish. They’re mine to love. Mine to bite. Mine to suck.”

He groaned. “Is that the only thing you want to suck on me?”

“No.” I blushed. “That cock is mine too.”

“Yes, it is.” Gio leaned my way and possessed my mouth, dominating me with each kiss, claiming my whole body as his. All I could do was close my eyes and drown in those lips.