And every muscle in his body tenses as he follows me.
We both collapse onto the bed, panting heavily.
When his breathing returns to normal before mine, he unties my hands, checking for any marks—there are none—before placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his words. “I was a bit out of control.”
“Are you crazy? That was amazing.”
He hauls me into his arms. All my earlier concerns about tonight being a mistake have been firmly laid to rest. What Gio and I have is so much more than sexual chemistry.
“Can we go back to your place now?” I ask, smothering a yawn as I curl tighter into his lap. I’m barely able to keep my eyes open after our intense lovemaking.
“Of course we can, bella.”
Chapter nineteen
Gio
Waking with Tori in my arms is something I want to do every day. It was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks. But then I’m reminded of Ant and Lucia. My brothers and I might have a plan to get me out of an arranged marriage, but it will take some time to put that plan into action.
Until then, Tori and I will need to be discreet. I hadn’t planned on returning to my apartment last night. I was going to take Tori to the hotel room I’ve been hiding in, but when she asked, I couldn’t resist her request.
I want to tell her everything, but I promised my brothers that no one else would know. Success depends on us keeping this quiet. And if it means I could have Tori in my bed every night in the future, then I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.
My hand strokes up from her ribcage to cover one rounded breast. I love how they fit perfectly in my palm. As she slowly comes awake, she quivers in my arms, and it only encouragesme to continue, with my finger now circling one pretty pebbled point.
Tori rolls onto her back grinning. Her tits tantalizingly close to my mouth. “Did I wake you?” I tease before dipping my head to suck one dusky peak between my lips. And the moment her nipple pops from my mouth, she springs up, grabs a condom from the bedside table, and rolls it down my length.
In seconds, she straddles a leg on either side of my hips, teasing my cock with her dripping pussy brushing above it. Then, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock, she eases me inside of her, inch by slow inch. When I’m seated fully, her butt cheeks rest on my thighs, and my balls are nearly bursting.
She rises up, then plops down, fully wrapping my penis in her hot, wet walls, and a groan squeezes from my lungs.
I rock my hips up, meeting her push down, and rub my thumb across her clit. Her rhythm speeds up as she rides me hard. Her pants are growing stronger as she nears her goal.
“I’m so close,” she mutters incoherently in her eagerness to reach her climax.
Her lips part in a silent scream as her orgasm squeezes my cock.
When she slows her rocking, I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, lift her hips high, and plunge into her still-spasming pussy. It’s only a few pumps of my hips into her tight heat before I’m coming hard with a loud grunt of release.
All strength in my muscles gone, I collapse over her, my head falling to the pillow beside hers.
“Damn, bella. What are you doing to me?”
She turns her face to mine; a few inches separate us, and I tuck a long lock of her hair behind her ear.
“I tried to get over you after you stopped calling,” she whispers.
I swallow hard, forcing the guilt gnawing at my gut back down. “I’m sorry.”
The words sound hollow, but I truly mean them. And not just for handling the cancellation of my visit to Paris badly.
“There’s so much I want to tell you. But it will never be that I don’t want to be with you.”
Her dark eyes hold questions that I can’t answer.
At least not yet.
