While I needed to do something about Carmela, I hadn’t figured out my next move. I’d been waiting for a signal from her. Clearly, one wasn’t coming anytime soon. My voicemails, texts, and emails went unanswered.
My phone vibrated across the desk in my home office a fifth time. I snatched it up.
“Jesus fucking Christ, what do you want?”
“Kon, it’s me.”
“Carmela.” I popped out of my chair. “Where are you? Are you okay?”
“I can’t talk now. Are you home?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there in two minutes.”
She disconnected the phone without saying goodbye.
I ran to the front door, flung it open, and paced, my heart nearly exploding out of my chest and my nerve endings sparking in anticipation of seeing Carmela again. I felt like a fifteen-year-old boy waiting for the popular girl to notice me, and I’d never been that boy to begin with.
The elevator pinged, and Carmela rushed out, her cheeks flushed, her hair flying like a flag, and a huge smile on her face. The second she crossed the threshold, I yanked her into my arms and kicked the door shut.
“How are you feeling?”
Her legs latched around my waist. “Later. Right now, I need you to take me to bed. I’ve missed you, and we have less than an hour.”
“We need to talk.”
“After,” she murmured, kissing my cheeks, my lips, my neck, and everywhere in between.
“You drive a hard bargain.”
Her hand slipped between our bodies, molding over my cock. It hardened with every stroke of her hand. Shit, that felt good. “No, that’s your job.”
I stalked down the hall, my hands in the wild strands of her dark hair. I crashed my lips down on hers, drinking her in and taking everything she’d give me, pushing for more.
I laid us down on the bed, groaning when my body met hers. “Fuck, Carmela, you feel so good.”
Her curves were made for me. Each dip and swell were perfectly sculpted with me in mind. The first time I touched her I did it with the intention of satisfying my need for her and moving on. Only it never worked, and every touch made me crave her more and more.
Rising to my knees, I lifted her dress up and over her head, kissing and caressing every centimeter of exposed skin, loving the bunching of her muscles under the pads of my fingers and the soft puffs of her rapid breaths.
It had been agonizing not being able to see or talk to her for a week. I even got in my car more than once intending to drive to her house and sneak into her room, but reality always talked me off the cliff. Gian and Dominick had the house buttoned up so tight, it would have been a miracle if I made it inside alive.
Fixing my eyes on her face, I looped my thumbs under the waistband of her panties. I slid the lacy scrap of material down the golden skin of her thighs, goose bumps spiraling like water down her legs.
I pressed the heel of my hand between her legs, working it back and forth, getting drunk on every twitch of her muscles and flex of her hips.
“I’m gonna miss this, Kon.”
I froze for a beat, agony rippling through me. “What?”
She threaded her fingers into my hair, and yanked my lips to her. “Make me feel good. I need this. I need you. Please.”
Yielding to her plea, I buried my unease and guided a finger inside her, teasing her clit with my thumb. Her face contorted into something that I could only describe as unbearable pleasure. Her legs fell to the side. Her body twisted and squirmed, and a moan spilled from her parted lips. Her walls pulsed against my finger accompanied by a wet sucking sound. I tore off my clothes faster than I ever had in my life, the urgency to be inside her gnawing at my gut like a living, breathing animal.
I wedged my hips between her thighs, rolling the tip of my cock along her entrance, teasing her. Teasing myself. Then I slammed into her, rocking in and out. Her hands fell away from my shoulders, curling around the sheets, her hips rolling and her eyes glazed. She looked so damn beautiful with her red cheeks, messy hair, and swollen lips. It made my chest ache.
Her pussy pulsed against me, and I thrust harder, my release burning like the fires of Hell down my spine. Her fingers dug into my ass like she couldn’t get enough. The headboard banged against the wall. Jagged breaths tangled with moans and groans. Then her muscles tensed, and she screamed out my name. I couldn’t hold on any longer.
I threw my head back, savoring the moment, pleasure tearing through me. Pushing her hair away from her face, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, showing without words how much I loved her.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Carmela
Lying on my side, I traced the curve of Kon’s face, memorizing the sharp angle of his jaw, the slight bend of his nose, the decadent pout of his lower lip. My body ached with the thought of never being able to touch him, kiss him, or talk to him again.