Carm jerked her foot away when he reached a particularly sensitive spot. Tony’s answering chuckle told her he knew exactly what he was doing.
Tony stood once more, set the washcloth aside, and slid his finger between her folds. He’d come close to her clit, but never quite touch it. Frustrating. “So wet.”
“We’re in the shower.”
“You know what I mean.” He plunged one, then two fingers inside her and her knees grew weak from anticipation of having him inside her again.
Without another word, he pulled out his fingers and she heard the ripping of a foil wrapper. Seconds later, he turned her around, grabbed her by the hips, lifted her above his erection and pressed her against the wall. “Ready, dolcezza?”
While he seemed to want to ease himself into her, she wasn’t looking for a gentle experience. Not tonight. She wanted him hard and fast. Wrapping her ankles around his lower back and resting her heels on his ass, she rammed herself down onto his erect cock. As if he needed no further invitation, he pounded into her repeatedly. The sense of fullness coupled with the rhythmic jolting against her clit—at last—had her at a fever pitch in seconds.
All the tensions of the night left her. It was only about her, Tony, and this brief moment in time.
In a matter of seconds, the familiar buildup began. She’d hoped to last a little longer in case Tony needed more time, but she couldn’t hold back. “Tony! I’m coming!”
“Right there with you.” Oh, thank God! “Explode for me, Carmella!”
He buried his face into the curve between her neck and shoulder and increased his rhythm until she screamed her release.
He truly was right there too. “Oh God! Yes, Carmella! Give it all to me!”
His words gave her an immense sense of power, even though she was totally out of control at the moment. Her body convulsed with aftershocks. Carm held onto him tightly as he took his own pleasure then buried her face into his wet hair.
He seemed to want the prolonged contact too and didn’t release her for several minutes. Carm felt a closeness to Tony she hadn’t experienced before, even with him. She didn’t want him to let go and return to his bed, leaving her for another lonely night in paradise.
All too soon, he straightened up and searched her eyes. Slowly he eased out of her and she slid her legs down until she stood on her own. Carm grabbed another washcloth and cleaned him this time, neither of them saying a word. When finished, she turned off the water, but Tony didn’t seem in any hurry to leave the shower and return to his bedroom.
Alone.
While not the first time they’d made love in the shower this week, something had changed tonight. There was an intensity to Tony she hadn’t felt before. Perhaps it had to do with the fact they’d part ways on Monday when they returned to their separate homes. That thought put a damper on what they’d just shared.
Tony remained silent afterward, as if on the verge of saying something, but he didn’t speak right away. She waited, not sure what was going on and not wanting to say the wrong thing.
“Carmella?”
“Yes?”
“Would you…I mean, could I…”
What was up?
“Would it be okay with you if I slept beside you tonight? I mean, actually sleeping the whole night together?”
I thought you’d never ask.
Carm’s heart leaped for joy. Something really had changed in Tony. She wasn’t sure what or why but didn’t want to jinx it by asking. “I’d like that a lot.”
His body relaxed as if he’d anticipated a negative response. Why would he think she wouldn’t welcome him in her bed for more than sex? Surely he’d slept—not just had sex, but had actually fallen asleep—with women before her.
So why did this seem like such a monumental step for him?
Chapter Thirty-Two
Dressed only in his boxer briefs, Tony returned from his room to find Carm sitting propped up against the pillows. A sheet covered her legs, but he knew the nightie she wore was short and sexy because he’d seen it that first night when she’d stripped for him by the pool. The silky fabric hugged her breasts. Normally, that sight alone would have him ready for action, but tonight his nerves got the better of him.
Carmella patted the mattress beside her, and he crossed the room, lifted the sheet, and crawled in. You’d think he was a dead man walking. He stayed at the edge of the king-sized bed, prompting her to quip, “You can move closer. I won’t bite—unless you ask nicely.” Her naughty grin failed to have the desired effect. Even if she wanted to have sex again tonight, that clearly wasn’t going to happen until Tony got over his apprehension.
Of course, if they made love all night, he wouldn’t have to risk falling asleep and all his worries about nightmares would be over. Unfortunately, that would deprive Carmella of sleep, and he wouldn’t do that.
With a sigh he didn’t mean to let out, he settled himself in the middle of the bed next to her. She laid her head on his chest and draped an arm over his abdomen. Her trust in him, and the fact that she sought solace in his arms, made him feel ten feet high. Now he needed to prove he had equal trust in her.
He curled onto his side and placed his arm around her back, pulling her closer to him.
“I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted you to spend the night with me this week. I couldn’t figure out why you kept returning to your room each night after we made love.”
This is the perfect opening. Talk to her.
Showing weakness to anyone was difficult for Tony, but his machismo got in the way when he was around women. But Carmella was no ordinary woman. He didn’t want her to think him less of a man, so if Tony wanted to
