All thoughts of why I should stop this fizzled the second his mouth slid down my jaw to my neck, to the swells of my breasts, moving lower and lower. Fire licked at my skin. With his lips, tongue and fingers, he worshiped me, taking his time, and cataloging my responses like he had all of eternity to use the information, and not only tonight.
“Kon,” I gasped wanting nothing more than to have him inside of me.
“What do you want, solnyshka?”
“You, inside me.”
He chuckled against my lower belly, and the gruff sound sent a blast of lust directly to my core. “I’m getting there. I want to taste you first.”
I mumbled indistinguishably in response because I wanted that too. He centered himself between my thighs, his knees dropping to the floor. Bracing my upper body on my elbows, I watched him lick my clit and moaned.
“See? You needed this.”
His tongue swirled, plunged in and out, gravelly and silky at the same time. Too soon, full body trembles rippled through me, signaling both how far and how close I was to falling over the edge. My hips arched. My toes curled. My fingers clawed at the bedding while I begged and pleaded for him to let me come.
He didn’t give in. He climbed on top of me and settled his thick cock at the apex of my thighs, his heavy-lidded stare boring into me.
“Now you can come,” he said, thrusting inside me, filling me with unparalleled perfection. I screamed his name, wondering why I had begged for more of his tongue because this was so much better. One pump of his hips and I was there, falling, spiraling to the point of no return. My sex pulsed around him, greedily pulling him in and refusing to let go, and he was right there with me, our breaths in sync, our movements the perfect counterpart.
With an exaggerated groan, he pumped into me again and again. The bed squeaked, the bottle of water fell off my nightstand, and he pushed me higher and higher.
My body shuddered. My lips were numb. Nothing except that moment and the way I felt as we melded into one mattered. When he stopped moving, I closed my eyes and my legs flopped to the side, the turmoil of this night forgotten, the adrenaline and endorphins gradually retreating.
“We aren’t even close to being finished,” he rumbled next to my ear. Chills cascaded down my arms.
“Really?” I replied without opening my eyes. I would do anything he wanted if it entailed him making me feel this good. “What do you have in mind?”
The bed dipped, and one way or another he managed to scoop me up and stand with my legs circling his hips, him still buried inside of me like he couldn’t bear to be separated. I knew I couldn’t. I tucked my face into the spot where his neck met his shoulder, inhaling his scent that had become achingly familiar over the past couple of weeks and something that would be burned into my memory forever. Moments like this made me believe nothing could go wrong.
“All good things.”
Thirty seconds later, he turned on my rain showerhead, and we stepped inside.
***
Sometime before the sky lightened, I woke to the husky rumble of Kon’s voice.
“I need to go. I’ll call you later.”
I stretched my arms over my head, rolled to my side, and pulled the sheet over my still naked body. He brushed his lips over mine.
“Don’t leave. We still have a couple of hours before my mom gets up.”
He trailed his hand along my arm. “I’d love to stay and make you breakfast, but we’ve already pushed this too far. I need to go.”
“When will I see you again?”
I shouldn’t have asked him this. Common sense told me I needed to file away the memory of last night and forget about him like I promised Gian. I couldn’t do it, because for the first time in over three years, I felt as if I had a reason to get up in the morning and live my life without a cloud over my head.
He hesitated with his hand on the handle of the balcony door. “Your family isn’t going to like it. Gian will be watching you now more than ever.”
“I know. We still haven’t figured what to do about the arrangement we made with your dad, and I’m kind of getting used to having you around.”
He grinned and cracked open the door. “Do you have a soft spot for me, Carmela Trassato? And here I thought you’d hate me forever.”
I grabbed the pillow off my bed and tossed it at him. He easily batted it away. “Ugh. Don’t be a jerk.”
His deep chuckle followed him out the door.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Konstantin
“Hooray! You made it,” Carmela said, beaming.
She stood in front of the commercial range, her curvy body drowning in a white chef’s jacket, her glossy hair slicked back in a low ponytail, a shiny spatula in her hand.