Page 78 of Falling for Mr. October

The thought pulls me out of the moment, but then his mouth breaks contact with mine, and he lowers his head to my nipple, sucking as he thrusts into me hard, again and again, my butt bouncing against the counter. Just like that, I’m firmly in the moment again. Firmly with him.

My hand burrows into his hair and grips tight, and I bring him up for another kiss. I need his mouth right now, while he slides all the way into me again, lighting me up and making me see stars.

He kisses me hard and then pulls away. He pulls out.

“Giovanni,” I say, my tone scandalized.

He grins at me. “I want a different angle to touch you from. Grip the counter, Bianca, and push your beautiful ass into the air.”

I get down on shaky legs, and he immediately grips my hip and thrusts back into me hard—giving his everything to me in that first thrust, which feels so good I nearly come on the spot.

Then his hand finds its way between my legs and rubs the spot that drives me mad, his strokes in sync with his thrusting. His head lowers toward my ear and he whispers to me in Italian while he fucks me.

I’m lost to it, every thought in my head devoted to him and how he’s making me feel. How my body is alive with him.

Giovanni kisses the side of my face, my lips, and then I sense it coming.

It’s as inevitable as getting caught up in a spring storm. I feel the first contractions, followed by a burst of pleasure so strong I nearly collapse against the counter, and would have if his hand weren’t still working between my legs, holding me up.

“Oh fuck,” he says as the intensity of my orgasm ripples through both of us, and then he slides in deep, so deep, and I feel him find his own release inside of me.

For a long moment, we just stand like that, bent over the counter, our bodies still fused together, slick with sweat now. Oh God, I’ve never worked this hard or been worked this hard.

He kisses my head, pulls out, and within seconds he has the condom off and knotted.

I turn around, suddenly slightly self-conscious. I didn’t mean to even kiss Giovanni, and now we’re both naked and sweaty in our kitchen, which I’ll have to clean within an inch of its life before the nonnas get home. I really would die if Mrs. Cafiero discovers I had sex with her grandson in the room where she’s made multiple pots of her special sauce.

Speaking of…

“You’d better burn that,” I say, gesturing to the condom.

“I’ll handle it,” he says, his voice serious. “Bianca, that was…” His voice trails off, as if he can’t find words for it either. At least it was different for him too. Special.

I lift my palm into the air.

He frowns at me, then smiles, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter, the condom still held in one hand. “Are you asking for a high five?”

“It was ten-out-of-ten sex,” I say.

He shakes his head slightly and slaps his hand against mine. “You know it was a twelve.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

GIOVANNI

“This doesn’t have to make anything weird between us,” Bianca says as she tugs on her bra.

“Hm.” I’m distracted, naturally, as I watch my fantastic view get tucked away.

She shoves my arm. “I said this doesn’t need to make anything weird.”

“Of course not,” I murmur. “People fuck in kitchens all the time. It’s an epidemic.”

A smile floats across her face, then disappears. “What are you going to do with the condom?”

I throw it in the trash can, then say, “I’m going to throw the trash away. Maybe the trash can too. We can tell everyone it got carried off by a bear.”

She’s smiling again as she tugs on her shirt. Then her underpants. It’s the reverse of her tearing off all her clothes, and I have a moment of nostalgia, even though I’m still deep in the afterglow of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.