Page 80 of Wild Card
“You’re perfect,” I whisper.
He rubs my breasts, squeezing them in his strong hands. When he makes contact with my hard peaks, I let out a desperate moan.
He swears and starts to move inside me, thrusting up and in, slowly at first, and then faster and harder until I’m screaming his name, the bed shaking, both of us sweating and cursing as the pleasure builds almost painfully. I grab the bedsheets, begging him to make me come. He keeps thrusting, moving in and out of me, one hand on my breasts, pinching my nipples, the other rubbing hard, fast circles on my clit.
I let out a series of little screams as he sends me over the edge. I come hard on his cock, his name on my lips as an incredible wave of pure pleasure crashes over me, and he keeps pushing into me, roaring his pleasure as he climaxes. He holds me hard against his cock as we both ride out our orgasms, panting with the power of it. He eases out of me and holds me against his chest.
“Fuck that was amazing,” he rasps. “I love you so much.”
I’m stupid with pleasure, from the effort of it, and just press my lips to his chest. We rest together for a while, and he plays with my hair. I like how his hands feel. How they can be so gentle, but so rough when I want them to be. I like how he always asks me what I want, and then gives it to me.
And I can’t wait to do the same for him.
His hand drifts to my appendectomy scar, tracing it gently.
“I’m going back to my place to clean up,” I say, stretching against him. “But I don’t suppose you want to come to dinner tonight with me and my siblings? Finn’s dying to meet you.”
“I’d be honored. Can I walk you home, neighbor?”
“Only if you promise me all the cannoli I can eat once that bakery opens.”
“You don’t have to wait that long. Cannoli on demand. Satisfaction guaranteed.”
I break into a hysterical fit of giggles, burying my face in his side.
“You prefer an éclair, maybe?”
“I’ve never eaten an éclair before.”
He lets out a string of Italian oaths.
“I’m glad I just happened to move in right near your apartment then. A happy coincidence.”
“The happiest.”
I roll on top of him, and he picks up the gold horn from between my breasts, pressing it to his lips.
“I know you were kidding, but I’m going to help you with your social media. Hell, we could probably get you that Food Network show if you wanted.”
“Only if you’re in it. Beauty and the Baker.”
I snort. “Ugh, too cliché. Mafia Muffins? Organized Crust? No, that sounds dirty in a bad way.”
He laughs. “Health code violation for sure.”
“I don’t want to share your giant cannoli or we could work that joke in somewhere.”
“Me and my cannoli are all yours, sweetheart.”
I lean in for a kiss.
“Sugar and Spice?” I offer. “Of course it means we’ll need a second cat.”
“Love it,” he says. “But are you Sugar, or Spice?”
I press my lips to his.
“I’m both. And so are you.”
