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“Hey, what are you doing?”
She looked over her shoulder. The room was getting dark. “I like it this way.”
“But I want to see you.”
Her stomach pinched. She couldn’t do the whole look-into-my-eyes thing. It hurt too much.
But he had been so sweet to her. She supposed she could close her eyes. She rolled to her back and stretched her arms overhead.
He smiled, and damn her, but she smiled too. Despite all his good looks, there was something downright cute about him.
He didn’t slide inside of her right away. First, he kissed her. Most men treated women like microwaves, spending no time at all on foreplay. But Giovanni went above and beyond. He wasn’t just a slow cooker, he was a master chef whose greatest tools were his hands. He created a slow burning fire that grew hotter and hotter as he worked his unmatched skill.
When he finally nudged her sex with his, she was beyond ready. The first inch of him told her it was going to be a tight fit.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
His words hit like a bullet through the lungs, siphoning all the air away until her heart pinched.
I don’t want to hurt you…. His actions over the past few hours had made that clear. He was so delicate with her, so reverent and tender. Maybe that was why this felt different. Even the nicest men could get handsy and rough at times.
“You won’t,” she whispered, shutting her eyes and swallowing hard against the confusing emotions threatening to choke her.
What a strange promise to make. Where had this flimsy trust come from? Yesterday, they hated each other.
He nudged forward, the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunching as he braced his weight, careful not to crush her. He pressed forward, filling her in one smooth motion as his flat stomach glided against hers.
He glanced down at their bellies sealed together and, when met her stare again, something electric fizzed up her spine and she looked away.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded tightly.
He caught her chin and slowly turned her face back to him. “Open your eyes, Erin.”
She knew better than to look at him, but her lashes lifted anyway.
His warm smile waited and he greeted her with a sensual kiss. It was dark and tempting, but then it turned playful as he pulled at her lip with his teeth and groaned, sliding back and burying himself to the hilt.
She pulled her mouth away, only so she could break the intensity. Lifting her hips, she edged him on and he started to move. If she ever imagined what sex with Giovanni might be like, it was not this.
He didn’t ram into her like a chimp on the loose. Nor was he selfish. He was the opposite of selfish. And when he moved into her, he did so with long, luxuriating strokes that seemed to reach her soul.
There was no rushing to the finish and no showing off his virility. When his hands moved over her, palms flat and fingers splayed, he watched her body’s every reaction. He soaked in her every moan and took his time as if there were no such thing as time at all.
He eventually shifted to his back and pulled her on top of him, guiding her hips as he stole kisses and suckled at her breast. Her fingers ran through his soft, dark hair as she stared at the headboard, riding him slowly, and dragging her sex over his hard body whenever she could steal a bit of friction.
He dropped his touch to where she needed it and teased her softly.
“Hey,” he rasped, using his other hand to direct her stare to his. “What are you looking at?”
She hadn’t been looking at anything, which was the point. Her gaze darted to the pillows beside his head and he turned her face once more. “I’m over here.”
She tried, but couldn’t bear the intimacy. Climbing off of him, she rested on her elbows and hitched her hips. “This way.”
He studied her for a moment, but then moved behind her, filling her in a hard stroke. “Erin…”
“No more talking.”
