Page 113 of Unraveled

“Easy for you to say.” She blew a stray curl out of her face. “I’m not going to put up more fight about Chicago.”

“No?”

“I tried that yesterday.”

Gian smirked. “And it didn’t work.”

“Seems not.”

“It won’t be for long, like I said.” Gian checked his watch. “And you have three hours before you have to be at the airport.”

“Breakfast, then? I can cook or we can order in.”

Gian took the sight of Cara in again, drinking in her show of skin, the curves of her hips, and her delicate lines. Every inch of her was a giant tease to him. A wonderland to explore, and to use to satisfy the darkest urges beating through his mind and body. Those damn urges only increased whenever she was nearby.

“They won’t serve what I’m interested in,” he said with a grin.

“Oh, my God. You are insatiable.”

Gian shrugged.

This wasn’t news.

“Insatiable would imply that I don’t give you a break. In case you forgot, you slept alone in my bed last night. Unfucked, Cara.”

Her cheeks pinked. “Yes, well—”

“By my choice, too,” Gian interjected quickly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t jump at the chance for angry sex, considering the way you go on in bed all the time.”

He cocked a brow. “Angry sex is unhealthy. Like anything that’s unhealthy, it’s usually too enjoyable for its own good. Before you know it, you’re causing fights, just to fuck and get that feeling back. Not interested, bella mia. We have enough to argue about, without adding nonsense like that in, too. Sorry.”

Cara’s blue eyes twinkled with her surprise. “That was not a response I expected.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

Gian crooked a finger at Cara as he leaned back in his large office chair. She didn’t question his motives. She walked right over to his side with one of her sly smiles, anticipation burning brightly in her gaze.

Once she was close enough for him to reach out and grab her, Gian did just that. Cara sprawled into his lap, cradled in his arms. Her legs hung over the arm of the chair. The button-down shirt of his that she was wearing had spread open more, exposing the swell of her breasts.

Gian couldn’t help but run the tips of his fingers over the peaks of her already-taut nipples. Then, he gave them a pinch, making Cara gasp and arch her back higher, closer to his hands again for more.

Cara gave him a stern stare that only make him chuckle. “How do you live with yourself?”

“Like you,” he said, “I’ve learned to love it.”

“You’re terribly—”

“Cocky. I know.”

“You could at least let me say it.”

“You’re not saying anything that I don’t already know.”

“Smartass.”

“Yours, though,” Gian murmured through a grin.