“I think you’re just big,” she replies with a laugh, hitching her legs up around my hips, opening herself wider, and making me swear under my breath. I can’t help it, I have to move; I have to feel how it is to slip in and out of her hot, wet flesh.
“Si sente così fottutamente incredibile.” Dio, I can’t hold back.
“English,” she says with a breathless laugh.
“Mi dispiace.” I laugh and shake my head. “I’m sorry. I said, you’re so fucking amazing.”
“Oh, I like that,” she says, and braces her hands on my chest.
“God, you make me forget my English. I’ve never forgotten my English.”
I want to lift up and look between us, to watch my cock surge in and out of her, but I can’t resist covering her and kissing her, holding her beautiful face in my hands as my hips pick up speed.
I feel her tense up, her pussy is milking my cock for all it’s worth, and I know she’s about to fall over the ledge into another orgasm.
“Go,” I whisper against her lips. “Go.”
“Oh, my God,” she whimpers.
“Si,” I reply.
She shakes her head back and forth and stares up at me almost desperately as her pussy clamps down and the ripples start. Her back arches and I take one of her nipples into my mouth and roll the tip with my tongue as she cries out, bursting with pure energy.
“That’s two,” I say with a growl, pull out of her and flip her over onto her stomach. I shimmy out of my shorts impatiently and straddle her legs, spread her ass cheeks, and guide my cock back inside her, making her cry out, and I almost explode as she clamps around me.
Not yet.
I begin to fuck her in earnest, my hips hitting her ass hard. I brush her hair off her back, exposing one shoulder and lean over to bite her, where her neck and her shoulder meet, and her pussy spasms around me again.
Her neck is her sweet spot.
I grin and repeat the motion, careful not to leave marks. Her hips surge up, arching her back beautifully. I grasp one hip in my hand to hold her still as I fuck her hard, and feel my balls tighten and lift; the base of my spine tingles, and I know I’m about to lose it.
“Come again, Alecia,” I order her with a firm voice. She gasps and clenches around me. “Again,” I repeat as I push in as far as I can and hold firm. “Now!”
She cries out as the third orgasm takes her over, and I come with her, hard.
Wrecked.
Undone.
Dios, what has she done to me?
When I can breathe again, I pull out of her and return to the bathroom, wet a cloth and when I walk back to the bedroom, I smile when I see she hasn’t moved an inch.
“Did you fall asleep?” I ask softly, and press the warm cloth between her legs, startling her.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up,” I reply calmly. She sighs and lets me finish wiping her clean, and then I toss the cloth on the floor and rejoin her. “How do you feel?”
“Thoroughly fucked,” she replies with a grin as I push her onto her side so I can slide next to her on my back and pull her against me, her head resting on my chest. I sink my fingers in her hair and watch the blonde strands sift through my fingers.
“Well, you were thoroughly fucked,” I reply with a smile.
“It was rather unexpected,” she says softly.
“You asked what the Italian home remedy is for sexual frustration. I thought it best to just go ahead and show you.”
“Mm,” she murmurs. I can feel her smile against my chest. “I was so pissed.”
“So I saw.” I kiss her head and take a deep breath of her citrusy shampoo. “You seem to be calmer now.”
“Mm,” she murmurs again.
“It’s going to be a pleasure keeping you on your toes.” I can’t help but smile at the thought.
“Yeah, right,” she replies, and nuzzles her nose against my chest, making my cock stir.
“Just wait and see, tesoro.”
She takes a deep breath and drags her leg up mine, linking them together. Her arm is draped around my stomach and her ear is pressed to my heart.
I’m content to simply lie with her, brushing my fingers through her hair. I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to sleep.
I’m finally in Alecia’s bed, and I don’t plan to miss a moment of it.
“I should go to sleep,” she whispers against my skin. I grin and kiss her head.
“Go ahead.”
She tenses, every muscle in her body waking up, and she lifts her head to frown at me.
“We’re not sleeping together.”
Blow to the gut.
“Excuse me?” I keep my voice even and lift an arrogant brow.
“We fucked, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to spend the night together.”
She sits up and tries to hop out of bed, but I’m faster. I pull her back onto the bed and cover her body with mine, my face inches from hers.
“We didn’t just fuck.”
“Yes. We did.” She tries to wiggle out from under me, but I’m much stronger. “Dominic, you’re hurting me.”
Back at you, sweetheart.
I immediately release her and shake my head. My feelings are hurt.
This is new.
I glance back at her to see that she’s wrapped the sheet around her, and she’s gazing at me with uncertainty. Not fear, just as if she’s not sure what I’ll do next.
“I’ll go.” I pull my shorts on and turn back to her. “But I’ll be joining you for breakfast.”
“That’s not—”
“It’s necessary to me, Alecia,” I reply and lean down to capture her swollen lips with mine. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
I turn and leave without looking back and stalk down the long hallway back to my own room.
She fucking kicked me out.
That’s never happened before.
I flop onto my back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. I can still smell her, and it makes me wish she were still pressed up against me. I think back over the evening, wondering where things went wrong.
The sex was…
Amazing.
Fantastic.
The best I’ve ever fucking had.
And I know I wasn’t alone in that. The way she responded to my touch was extraordinary.
But it was when we were cuddled up, ready to sleep, that she panicked.
My piccolo tesoro is uneasy with intimacy.
I feel my lips tip up in a smile, as I realize just how much of a pleasure it’s going to be to keep her on her toes.
Just as she’s keeping me on mine.
And fuck if that isn’t sexy.
***
It’s early when I let myself into Alecia’s room. She’s still in bed, under the sheets, curled into a ball on her side. The gentle rise and fall of her delicious curves are outlined with the white sheet. Her honey-blonde hair is fanned out behind her on the pillow, her cheeks are pink with sleep, and her rosy lips are parted and wet.
She’s an angel.
I set the breakfast tray on the table beside the bed, tether my iPhone to her wireless speakers via Bluetooth and press play on the new Alecia playlist. It’s full of soft, moody music like Sarah Bareilles and Adele. Unable to resist, I pluck the pink tulip from its vase and slip under the sheet next to her as Adele begins to sing Chasing Pavements. I’m still wearing my gym shorts. I’d rather be naked, but I’m not even sure she won’t scream the house down when she realizes I’m in bed with her.
I inch close to her, drag the petals of the flower, then my fingertips, down her soft cheek and grin when she presses closer to my touch, as if even in sleep she’s drawn to me.
“Alecia,” I whisper before pressing my lips to her forehead.
“Mm.” She frowns in her sleep.
She’s adorable.
“Alecia,” I repeat and kiss her nose. “Wake up.”
“No.” She opens one eye half-mast, snags the flow
er and snuggles it next to her cheek, sniffing it, then wiggles down further into the covers.
I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, drawing her against my chest. Ah, that’s better.
“I brought you breakfast.”
“Why are you in bed with me?”
I smile against her head and press a kiss to her hair as she wraps her arms around my waist and holds on sleepily.
“Because it’s morning; I didn’t sleep here as you asked, and I needed to see you.”
“I can’t resist your charm when I’m half asleep,” she murmurs and kisses my chest sweetly. “If you brought me tea, I’ll let you live.”
“Tea and fruit and some other delicious things.”
“Strawberries?” she asks.
“Do you enjoy strawberries, sweetheart?”
“Yes. I like it better when you use the Italian words.”
I chuckle and pat her ass through the sheet. “I’ll remember that.”
“I thought you were mad at me,” she admits with a small voice. I tip her head back so I can look into her deep brown gaze and shake my head.
“Confused, but not mad.”
“Sleeping together pushes this into a category that I’m not sure I’m okay with.”
“We’re already there, Alecia.” She begins to stiffen again, but I kiss her forehead and tuck her against me, not willing to allow her to pull away again. “But that doesn’t mean that we won’t go at the pace you’re comfortable with. We have all the time in the world.”
“What if sex is all I can ever give you?”
My heart hurts for her. Who taught her that love means pain? Why is she afraid to see where this leads?
“Then I’ll be a very sexually satisfied man,” I reply, rather than ask my questions. She sighs deeply and relaxes against me again, and I can’t help but smile in satisfaction. “Alecia, as long as I can feel you come apart in my arms, and share moments like this one, and like the one the other night by my fireplace with you, I’m content.”
“For now.”
“Hey.” I lean back so I can look her in the eye. “Right now is all that matters. I’m not asking to put a ring on your finger.”
She bites her lip and looks so uncertain.
“I need to be honest, Dominic.”
“Always,” I agree.
“I don’t think I believe in love. If you think that that’s where you want this to go, you should know that I am not capable of that.”
Bullshit.
Rather than argue, I sigh deeply and rub her upper arm soothingly.
“Understood.”
“Really?”
Fuck no.
“Really.”
She sighs in relief and offers me a sweet smile. “Okay. I’m hungry.”
“Me too.”
“I’m hungry for fruit and tea,” she clarifies with a laugh, and my stomach clenches. I love her laugh and her smile when she’s happy and carefree like this. It happens so seldom.
I want to give her lots of smiles.
“Let’s feed you then, tesoro.”
“What happened to cara?”
I’ve been slowly falling for you for a long time, and I’m afraid I fell the rest of the way in love with you last night, and you’re so much more than my darling. You’re my treasure.
But that would send her screaming back to Tacoma. Instead, I simply laugh and shake my head as I pour her tea. “You’re very authoritative when it comes to terms of endearment.”
She shrugs and sips her tea. “I like the Italian.”
“And you’ll get it, cara. I’m right here.”
She pops a slice of pineapple in her mouth and watches me speculatively. “What did you mean last night when you said I made you forget your English?”
“Just that,” I reply, and spread strawberry jam on a toasted English muffin. “I didn’t even realize I wasn’t speaking English, I was so lost in you.” This thought seems to make her happy. She smiles softly.
“How long have you spoken English?”
“Since I could speak. My mother raised me to be bilingual.”
She takes in this information while she chews her fruit, then takes a bite of my muffin, licks jam off her lip, and then grins at me.
“So, it was good then?”
“Good?” I shake my head. “No.”
“No?”
I shake my head again and set her tea on the tray, moving it out of my way so I can scoop her up and pull her into my lap. She wraps her arms around my shoulders. After I left last night, she must have pulled her tank and fresh panties on. Her hair is loose, falling in waves around her face, washed clean of makeup.
She’s so beautiful she makes my heart stop.
“It was—” I slide my fingertip down her temple, then hook her hair behind her ear. “It was the most amazing,” I kiss her lips, “arousing,” kiss her cheek, “life affirming,” kiss her jaw and down to her neck, “time of my life.”
“You should know that if you kiss my neck, I’m not responsible for my actions.”
I grin against the smooth skin of her neck and slide my hands under her tank.
“Challenge accepted, tesoro.”
Chapter Eight
~Alecia~
God, I love it when he’s shirtless. I plunge my fingers into Dom’s hair and hold on tight as his hands move under my tank, up my sides and around to gently cup my breasts, his thumbs barely brushing over my nipples, already puckered and primed for his attention.
“I love the way you touch me,” I murmur against his lips. It’s the honest truth. His hands do things to me that I didn’t even know were possible.
And I’m no virgin.
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers, and nibbles his way back down my neck, sending shivers through me.
Sarah Bareilles begins to croon out Gravity through my speakers and I grin softly. “I love this song.”
“It’s appropriate,” he replies before nipping my chin.
“How so?”
He pulls back, cups my ass in his hands, and grinds his hardness against me. “I can’t stay away from you, Alecia. Knowing that you might throw me out of here this morning, I still couldn’t stay away, any more than I can fight gravity.”
And that terrifies me because the feeling is entirely mutual.
Before I can respond, he pushes my tank over my head, tosses it to the floor, and covers my breast with his lips; his hands are roaming my back, his fingertips digging into my flesh deliciously.
His passion is intoxicating. When he touches me, he touches me. There’s no half-way about it, no wondering what he’s thinking.
It’s perfectly clear what he’s thinking. He’s thinking about me.
And fuck if I can think of anything at all but him.
I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my core against him, grinning when he releases a long, low growl. There’s something decidedly thrilling about making a strong, controlled man like Dominic Salvatore come apart at the seams.
He moves quickly, placing me on the bed, grips my panties at my hips and slowly guides them down my legs, tosses them over his shoulder and gazes down at me like I’m a feast and he hasn’t eaten in days.
“Do you have any idea,” he murmurs and places light kisses on the inside of my thigh, “how beautiful you are? You’re all soft, and warm, and still a bit sleepy, and I’m going to steep myself in you, Alecia.”
I can only bite my lip and watch as he continues to kiss my skin, up one hip, to my belly and between my breasts. My hands roam over his muscled shoulders, arms, back. His skin is smooth and warm and so fucking masculine, I can’t take my eyes off of him. I hook my toes in his shorts and push them down his hips, and he grins down at me roguishly, that sexy dimple in his cheek winking at me.
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know.” My breath catches as his fingertips brush up my side, then down my belly and between my legs, and breathing is out of the question altogether, as his fingers play my pussy like a freakin
g musical instrument. “Holy shit,” I whisper. His lips are glued to my neck, wreaking all kinds of havoc, and he has the nerve to chuckle as I’m ready to come out of my skin.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asks.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, and grip onto him harder, afraid that he’ll do just that. His fingers are sliding through my folds, spreading my wetness around, and if I wasn’t so damned turned on right now, I might be just a little embarrassed at just how wet I am already.
My hips are moving of their own volition, circling, following his lead. And just as I’m about to fall apart, he stops.
Fucking stops.
“What the hell?” My eyes fly to his. I expect to find him smiling smugly, but he’s intense and hot, and breathing just as hard as I am. “Why did you stop?”
“I don’t want you to come yet.”
“Why?”
He shakes his head and kisses my cheek gently. “I have a plan.”
“There’s a plan?” I cup his face in my hands and stare up at him as he hovers over me, catching his own breath. His cock is lying, heavy and full, against my belly. “Maybe you should reevaluate the plan.”
“It’s a good plan, tesoro.” His lips nibble mine, almost lazily, and my body is still humming. He buries his hands in my hair and just kisses me for long minutes, softly at first, and then deeply, passionately, rubbing his chest against mine, moving his body over me in an ageless dance. I reach between us to take his cock in my hand, but I only get two good pumps in, and feel the drop of dew with my thumb, before he pulls away, laces his fingers with mine and pins my hand over my head.
“No touching is part of the plan?” I whisper.
“You have me on the edge.”
“I’ve barely touched you.” I search his bright blue eyes and feel my heart thud when he leans his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath.
“All you have to do is look at me and I feel like a teenager.”
“Now you’re just being charming.”
He chuckles as he rears his hips back and slowly slides right inside me, all the way inside, and then all the laughter is gone from his face as he stares down at me. My body shimmies and moves under him, adjusting to him, and his jaw tenses.
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