And I’m more than happy to give.
Giuseppe falls down on to his hands, hovering over me.
The fire in his gaze flickers with a thought. “Do you have…?”
Shit.
“I have an IUD. But for the past two years I’ve only ever been with—”
He silences the end of that sentence with his mouth. It’s enough to make me forget the name I was almost stupid enough to utter.
The rest of him crashes into me, his hardness painfully pressing into my belly. I buck away and throw my legs up around his waist.
With one powerful stroke, he plunges into me so deep and hard I temporarily forget what it was like not ever having had him inside of me, I’m so thoroughly consumed by the feel of him. Despite his size—something I definitely have to now acquaint myself with—I’m so wet, I accept him easily.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, as slowly as he eases back out of me.
“Yes,” I whisper. He follows it with another quick thrust.
His hips work faster. My nails dig deeper into his back. His breath is heavy. My legs are painfully tight, wrapped around him.
“I don’t want to hear his damn name from your lips ever again,” he growls against my ear.
“No,” I breathe out, lost in the feeling he’s building inside of me.
My fingers rake up his back, and I entangle them in his hair. I tug, pulling him up so I can see his eyes.
“Is it me you want or—?”
“You,” he growls. He works his hips faster as though reinforcing that point.
The violation is sublime, stroking every part of me and sending firecrackers through my body.
They’re nothing compared to the massive wave I feel building inside of me. My insides begin to quiver and pulse in anticipation.
Giuseppe jerks his hips in one quick motion.
“It’s you, Honey.”
Another jerk.
“Always you,” he breathes.
It’s the spark that causes the eruption.
My back arches and I’m lost in the stars that blind my eyes as I come.
I feel Giuseppe shudder against me as he erupts.
Just as I fall past the brink, I hear him say once again.
“Always you.”
I’m still falling as he comes down on top of me, hugging me closer to his hard, firm body.
I smile into his musky warmth, still clinging to him.
It takes several minutes for us both to recover, slowly making our way closer to the headboard.
I don’t even need to ask, Giuseppe just pulls the covers down and guides me underneath to join him.
Because he’s staying.
Chapter Nineteen Honey
The warm body lying in bed next to me is certainly a nice way to start Valentine’s Day. Being wrapped up in my favorite color just makes it all the better.
Although part of me just wants to snuggle in closer to this hard, firm body, another part of me is curious.
I rise up on one elbow and stare down at Giuseppe as he sleeps.
It’s adorable.
His lips are slightly parted, a nearly silent snore escaping them.
Those hard features, sharp lines and fine edges are softened in sleep, making him look almost angelic.
Though I definitely still prefer the glasses.
His breathing becomes less regular and I feel him stir against me.
“Morning sleepyhead.” I smile down at him waiting for his eyes to open.
They turn into slits, then squint open. “I had the craziest dream.”
“Crazy or not, I better have been in it,” I say, poking him in the chest.
“I prefer the waking version,” he says with a smile as his eyes finally focus on me. A frown comes to his face as he brings one hand up to pinch his forehead. “And next time let’s hold off on Uncle Dickey’s moonshine.”
“I dunno. It brings out the best version of you.”
“Just how much of an ass did I make of myself last night before…?” He smiles at the memory of it.
“It wasn’t your ass that did the talking, and as far as that goes, it was spectacular.”
He laughs and shifts, sliding up so that he’s leaning against the headboard. He reaches out an arm to curl me to his side.
I smile and snuggle into that warm sea of masculinity. It’s such a contrast to the femininity of the room.
“So you don’t regret it?” he asks staring ahead.
I pull away and study him, wondering if he does. “Not at all.”
“Good,” he says, still staring at the wall ahead. His eyes slide to me in consideration. “Neither do I.”
He leans in closer to whisper in my ear. “And I meant every word of it.”
Always you.
I smile and fall back into his side.
As far as I’m concerned, we can spend the entire holiday this way. Certainly better than some fancy restaurant, or luxury hotel, or a trip to Saint-Tropez.
“I take it pink is your favorite color,” Giuseppe says, smiling as he looks around.
“Actually, it’s orange. But they were having a sale on pink so,” I shrug against him.
He laughs and squeezes his arm around me. “It’s all a pink blur to me right now.”
“Do you want me to get your glasses?”
He grins and looks down at me. Maybe he’s not so bad without the glasses after all.
“Nah, I’m near-sighted. There’s only one thing I need to focus on in this room right now.”
“You really do know how to whisk a gal off her feet, don’t you, Superman?”
“Still consider me a superhero then, even after that drunken mess last night?”
“You certainly fit the motto, ‘man of steel,’” I say with a grin I rise up and lean in to kiss him.
I can still taste the peach of the moonshine on his breath. It’s a nice heady experience and I linger in it.
When I finally pull away I sigh and fall against him with a smile on my face.
“It’s not bad, actually. The pink. It suits you. And this headboard is…impressive. Where in the world did you get it?”
“I saw it at a place in the meatpacking district. I had to have it. It was in some gaudy red velvet but I had it reupholstered.” I frown as I consider the new reality of my circumstances. “It’s the one
