And when I do?
Fucking homecoming.
I do a piss-poor job of foreplay, but it doesn’t matter. She’s wet for me. Which is good, because I’m shoving into her before my brain even registers the command.
I pin her wrists down and surge inside her. She alternates between closing her eyes and getting lost in lust and snapping them open and staring intently into mine. Like she’s afraid of losing me.
Like she thinks I’d ever walk away from her again.
“This is it,” I tell her, dipping deep, working a circular thrusting motion that I never want to stop. “No more running away from me.”
She shakes her head. “No more running,” she agrees. “I’m sorry, Gio.”
“No. Don’t be sorry,” I say between thrusts. “I’m not scolding. I’m telling you I’m not letting you go again. This time you stay. Forever.”
She does that getting teary thing, so I kiss the fuck out of her again, and then I roll her over and bang her from behind.
It feels so good to be inside her again. So right. I hold her shoulder and disrespect the hell out of her body, and all the while, she makes these desperate moans and uh-ah-uhs that make my dick even harder for her.
And I’m not going to last much longer.
“Are you close, angel? Push up so I can pinch those nipples.”
She lifts her chest from the bed, and I tweak and roll one taut nipple between my fingers. “I’m not close,” she pants.
Fuck. I try to dial it back.
“I’m ready.”
And there I go. I’m already spurting before I even go deep. I thrust a few times, then bury myself to the hilt and undulate my hips so I stroke inside her while staying firmly inside.
I watch all the muscles of her back tighten as her cunt squeezes tight. Her ass and thighs go rigid, legs wide, and I’m already sorry it’s over because I want to fuck her again.
She’s so damn beautiful.
I keep the slow internal stroking until we both stop coming. Even then I don’t want to stop. And that’s when I realize I forgot a condom.
I’d be a liar if I said I was sorry. I never wanted kids before and I may be forty, but I would give everything to make a family with Marissa. But of course it should’ve been discussed.
I ease out and drop to my side. “I went in bareback, angel. I’m sorry, I lost my head. I promise I’m clean.”
“I know,” she murmurs, turning her face toward me.
I stroke down her spine, admiring the gentle curve. I settle my palm on her ass and cup it. “It doesn’t matter because I’m keeping you,” I declare, although I watch her face closely as I go in for a kiss.
She’s happy. I don’t know how I can tell, but I can. She never wanted me to give her up, despite all her pushing away.
“I’m sorry I didn’t fight to keep you, angel. I just couldn’t go up against someone you love. Someone who cares about you and wants the best for you.”
Her jaw sets and she shakes her head. “If he cared about me he wouldn’t have hurt me this way.”
I tug the scrunchie holding her mussed hair in the loose bun on top of her head and watch the honey-colored locks tumble down to her shoulders. “How did you find out?”
“Paolo came over to have a discussion with him.”
A jolt of alarm runs through me. I sit up. “Oh shit.”
“No, no, no.” She grabs my arm, also sitting up. My brain stutters at the sight of her small breasts, but I jerk my attention back to the problem at hand. Namely—my brother. “It’s all right. He told me he would never hurt him.” Tears fill her eyes. “He actually gave my grandfather quite a speech about how…” She swallows.
Still alarmed, my brows dip down. “How what?”
“How happy you’ve been with me?”
I grab the back of her head and smash my lips over hers again. “So fucking happy,” I tell her. “And I’m done with you not being happy, Marissa. I’m buying Milano’s so your grandparents can retire. And you and I are opening our own restaurant, with you as head chef. And a piano. And a manager who does all the shit we don’t want to do.”
When she tears up, I push her back down on the bed and cover her slender body with mine. “It’s settled, Marissa. You’re mine. Say it, now.”
She blinks her watery eyes. “I’m yours, Gio,” she whispers.
“Say it louder.”
“I’m yours.”
I shake my head and say firmly, “I’m not letting you go.”
She reaches for my face and pulls me down. “You’d better not.”
I slide my lips over hers, exploring her softness, tasting her sweetness. “I love you, angel.”
She loops both arms around my neck. “I love you, too, Gio.”
And then I’m suddenly famished, since I haven’t eaten in… I don’t know—days. “Were you making something in the kitchen, beautiful?”