Page 51 of Unraveled

Cara suddenly found herself yanked down a hallway behind Gian, and pulled into what looked to be a storage room of some sort. She didn’t even have time to ask him what in the hell he was doing, before his lips were on hers again, taking away her words, thoughts, and breath.

“I didn’t tell you how much I liked this dress, did I?” Gian asked.

Cara’s head fell back against the closed door. “No.”

“I do, I like it a lot.”

“Who was that guy, Gian?”

“Nobody important.”

“Gian.”

He either wasn’t listening, or he wasn’t hearing Cara. As his hands slid up under the short skirt of her dress, and he lowered to his knees, Cara couldn’t decide if she really gave a shit in that moment.

“Yes, I really like it. And the length is perfect, because it takes nothing to get it up,” Gian muttered.

Hot.

Sinful.

Teasing.

That damn mouth of his was all of those things. And it was the only thing Cara focused on, as Gian dragged her panties down her thighs and his mouth was on her pussy. He had a wicked tongue with more talent than most men had in their entire bodies. He sucked on her clit, his tongue drove fast into the little nub right after, and she couldn’t see straight.

“Holy shit,” Cara gasped.

Distractions, she thought.

That’s what he was doing.

Distracting her.

Fuck.

It was a good distraction.

Sleepy-eyed, Cara leaned in the doorway of the small gym, and tried to get some of the sleep out of her head. Gian didn’t seem to notice her presence as his speed on the treadmill picked up from a jog to a thirty-second sprint before it shut off. He didn’t even give himself time to breathe before he moved off the machine, and headed to the bar for a set of a dozen chin-ups.

Cara had no idea where this man got his energy.

But shit, it was a beautiful thing to watch.

The power, his body’s lines, and the way he focused in on his task … it was all rather beautiful.

Gian dropped to the floor once his chin-ups were finished, and reached for a waiting water bottle and hand towel. Cara let him relax before she cleared her throat to make her presence known to him.

He flashed her one of his signature grins as he came close enough to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Morning.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Most of the night,” he answered.

“The concussion, I forgot.”

“You didn’t need to be staying up with me, anyway. Beauty sleep.”

Cara scoffed. “You do see me, right? Because nothing about this screams beauty at the moment.”