Page 35 of Her Dirty Secret
He laughs. “Yes, exactly,” he agrees. “My crazy, beautiful woman.” He frowns. “So your brother convinced you to come here but then threatened me. Am I missing something?”
“You still don’t get him at all, do you?” I ask, laughing. “That’s his way of saying he approves.”
He looks at me skeptically. “Are you sure?”
I rise, moving to settle on his lap. He reaches for me, pulling me into his embrace. “I’m sure,” I reply. “And I’m sorry. I’m my own worst enemy. I do this. I tell myself I don’t deserve things that make me happy and then I do everything I can to drive them away.”
He holds my face in his hand, stroking my cheek. “We’re going to have to work on that,” he murmurs.
“We’re going to have to work on a lot of things,” I agree. “But you were right before. It may not be simple, but this is something worth fighting for.”
“Hmmm. So I guess I’m not your dirty secret anymore,” he says, fighting a smile.
“You can be my dirty something else instead,” I murmur, covering his lips with mine, pulling at his clothes. Because I may have given him what he wants, but now I’m going to get what I want.
He doesn’t resist, letting me pull his shirt off as he runs his hands over my breasts, my hips, my ass. I rise, stripping completely in seconds, then sink down and run my hands over his chest.
He slips his hand between my legs, stroking my core as he sucks on the tips of my breasts. He lifts me gently, then eases me onto the coffee table, kicking off his sweats. I twitch with anticipation as he bends over me, kissing his way from my mouth downward.
“Leccamela tutta,” I plead. He laughs, but obliges, immediately disappearing between my legs and licking me into a frenzy. Before I can finish, he rises to kiss me, hovering just out of reach.
“Do you want to feel me?” he asks softly.
I bite down on my lip, glancing down at his full, hard, beautiful cock. “Yes,” I agree. “Just you.”
He wastes no time, burying himself in me. I throw my head back.
“You feel unbelievable, Cara Mia,” he moans.
I nod in response, hitching my heels behind his backside, urging him on. He holds himself over me carefully as he rides me. And all I can do is hang on as he takes us both over the edge.
When we’re done, and cleaned up, he stretches out on the sofa, still completely naked, gesturing for me to join him. Gladly, I stretch my body out next to his.
“Sera accidentally told me something,” I confess.
He ceases stroking my arm and raises an eyebrow. “Do I want to know?”
I laugh. “It was about us,” I reassure him. “She said you’re in love with me.”
“Ah.”
“And you told Bryce you’d spend your life keeping me from being hurt.”
He smiles and resumes stroking my arm. “I did.”
I tilt my head back so I can look him full in the face.
“Does it scare you?” he asks softly.
I take a steadying breath. “Yes. But only because I’m falling for you too,” I admit. “So maybe give me a little time to get used to it.”
He presses his lips together and his eyes glitter fiercely. “Amore mio,” he breathes. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
And I know enough Italian to translate that one. He loves me. I can’t say it doesn’t scare me. But at least now it’s in a good way.
“I still don’t understand why,” I admit. “I think you might be a little crazy too.”
He smiles so widely I can’t help smiling back. “Yes, we’re both a little crazy. It’s what makes us so good together,” he replies. “But as to why … why does anyone love someone? Some things are just meant to be.” He thinks about it for a moment. “I realized it when you left me. But I think I might have loved you the moment you agreed to run away with me.” He nuzzles his nose into my neck, lightly kissing its length. I stroke my fingers through his hair.