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I hold my hands up in front of me. “I’m sorry. I knew there wasn’t a way for me to let you know I was here without scaring you.”
She nods once, her eyes turning wary as she looks me over. “I didn’t know you were here.” She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. “Of course, I was surprised to find Leo wrapped around me like an octopus when I woke up as well. I should have known you’d be around here.”
“Guilty as charged.” I grin at her and my heart thumps in my chest when she smiles back.
Her head tilts to the side, curiosity filling her expression and her tone, “What are you doing here anyway?” She clarifies, “All of you.”
I shrug and lean against the counter in the kitchen and watch as she mirrors me against the small island. “Rocco told us we needed to come over and here we are.”
“And here you are,” she echoes softly. Her eyebrows pull together, and she bites her bottom lip. I close the distance between us and gently pull it out from between her teeth. “He told you that you needed to come over because of the flowers?”
“That’s not the only reason, Tesoro.” She smiles slightly at the endearment. “Rocco informed us how stupid it was to think you needed a little space after the night we spent together.” She shifts on her feet, the action telegraphing her discomfort, and I try to lighten the mood. “I have to say I’ve never been jealous of my little brother until he opened the door without a shirt and without his jeans even buttoned up.”
She gasps and covers her mouth with her hand. “He didn’t.”
I wiggle my eyebrows at our woman and assure her, “He did.”
The way she groans as her head rests back on her shoulders has me laughing and wrapping my arms around her. I pull her flush against my chest and stare down into her blue eyes. I can see there is still some fear there and I hate it. I want to chase it away.
“I’m not jealous right now,” I whisper as my hand slides up her back before my fingers dig into the hair at the nape of her neck.
“Good,” she murmurs, her voice breathy and dreamy. I don’t know what she sees when she studies my face, but she straightens up and tries to step out of my hold. I don’t let her go and, instead, tighten my grip on her. “You should probably let go of me,” she says, but the way she says it tells me it’s the last thing she wants.
“I’m not letting go of you, Fleur.” She gasps because she can hear the weight in my words and what I’m not saying. I press my lips to hers, needing the softness, needing her to feel what I already know and believe it. The kiss is soft and sweet, which is not how I normally kiss, but for her I find the past doesn’t matter because she is the only thing that matters. I whisper against her lips, “Never letting you go again.”
“Gio,” she moans as I devour her mouth again.
The kiss sure as fuck isn’t sweet this time. I can’t help it, she does something to me. She makes me hungry and needy at the same fucking time. I want to soak up the simple moments with her, but I also want to be buried balls deep inside of her.
My hands slide down to her hips, and I pick her up and put her on the island. It puts her at the perfect height to wrap her legs around my waist. She grinds against me as my cock leaks inside my pants and begs to be set free.
“Did you let Rocco fill you with his cum earlier, Tesoro?”
Fleur wiggles her hips and groans, “Fuck.”
I kiss, lick, and nip down the slender column of her neck. Having my lips on her, hearing her little whimpers and pleas, is a fantasy come to life. My fingers tighten on her hips to hold her in place as I rock my cock against her pussy, knowing she’s going to be soaked.
“Answer the question,” I demand.
“Yes,” she gasps and tries to wiggle out of my grip.
“He filled you with his cum at Club Sin too. No condom,” I remind her before biting down on her collarbone and then licking away the sting.
“Implant,” she gasps when I pull the thin straps of her nightgown down and expose her perfect tits to me.
I pull back from her quickly and look down at her with narrowed eyes. I bark, “What?”
Fleur’s eyebrows pull together, and she licks her lips which is distracting as fuck. Her statement comes out like more of a question, “I said I have the implant?” When I narrow my eyes at her, she runs her finger over where the implant must be.
“I could probably cut that out myself,” I mutter.
She jolts and gasps, “What?”
“You heard me,” I state as I look at her. The slight panic in her eyes has me softening and kissing her again. “We’ll talk about this later but know I’m not the only one who wants to put a baby in you.” She blinks at me, and I shake my head. “Never considered having any babies, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”
“I don’t,” she starts to sputter and presses her lips together. “I, I mean, what? I’m not sure,” she babbles the words and it’s cute as hell.
I cut her off by kissing her again and lifting her off the counter just enough to pull the nightgown she’s wearing out from underneath her perfect ass before ripping it up and off her body. When I look down, I find out she didn’t put panties on, and I groan.
