“I’m accepting the clothes from Lucia’s Treasures, which isn’t easy for me,” Sasha pointed out. “But Sandlin is mine. I don’t know how else to put it. I have to be the one to take care of him. He’d do it for me.”
Giovanni wasn’t going to argue. He’d gotten the concession from her of accepting clothing and he’d had everything sent to his home, including a few extra things she didn’t know about. He’d assumed he would have a fight on his hands, she was that independent, but with her allowance, he was getting off the hook.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Go to the hotel. Have chocolate, talk to Francesca and Mariko and then go to bed. The place is enormous and you won’t be disturbing anyone or putting my brother and sister-in-law out. We crash there all the time.”
“We’re all here, standing mostly in the dark, with these giant columns around us, why?”
Giovanni didn’t know whether to curse because she was so damned smart or shake her. “You notice Emme just joined us later than the others, right? She searched the garage for your stalker just in case he was standing by with a remote to detonate the bomb. Or if he was hiding, hoping the damn thing would go off and he could see us blown to smithereens.”
“I see. You kept his attention on you while she searched.”
“He was less likely to think a woman would be with us under the circumstances. Emme is very thorough.”
Sasha started to step away from him, but Giovanni caught her, turned her around and pulled her body up against his. He tipped her chin up and took possession of her mouth. There was just something about the way she responded every time. Her body melted into his without the least hesitation. Her mouth opened under his and when he swept inside, she gave him everything. Instant everything. She gave herself to him.
He loved the way she did that. The way she tasted. That exotic apple cinnamon that seemed to be always on his tongue where he could just barely taste it, setting up a craving for more. He definitely needed more. He kissed her like she belonged to him and they were completely alone, because when he was kissing her, the world faded away and there was only pure feeling.
Stefano made a sound, clearing his throat, and Giovanni snapped out of it, remembering what he was supposed to be doing. He handed her off to Demetrio and turned back to his brothers, the smile fading to be replaced by the very serious face of the Grim Reaper.
“Let’s get this done.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pleasure burst through him. Giovanni opened his eyes, acclimating himself immediately in the way he’d been trained. It wasn’t easy with hot blood rushing through his veins, spreading flames throughout his body. Silk glided over the bare muscles of his thighs, adding to the roaring in his mind and the thunder in his ears. He dropped his hand onto her head, fingers tunneling into Sasha’s mass of curls.
He’d spent the better part of the night with his brothers and cousins, in the parking garage, dismantling the bomb, which hadn’t been hooked up. It had merely been sitting on the driver’s seat. Still, they took it apart and carefully had each piece sent for analyzing, to find everything they could get from it. He was in Stefano’s penthouse where he’d crawled into bed beside a sleeping Sasha.
The drapes were pulled, but he knew it was early, no more than five in the morning. Her mouth was busy, taking him straight to paradise, hot and wet and clamped tightly around him. She swallowed him down and then drew back, all the while her hands stroking and caressing the inside of his thighs, his balls and then the base of his shaft as he emerged slowly from the wet heat.
He recognized the feel of her mouth surrounding him. No one could ever feel so exquisite. A kind of ecstasy, blood pounding through him, his body hot, his heart beating through his cock right into her mouth. He couldn’t help himself, he began to thrust lightly with his hips, pushing deeper into paradise, feeling every streak of lightning flash through his body straight to his groin.
He groaned when she tightened her mouth around him, when her tongue danced and flicked, when she teased his crown or took him so deep he pressed into her throat so that she squeezed him like a vise. She had magic in her, a skill that was unbelievable. He caught her hair on either side of her head, bunching it inside his fists, holding her head still so he could control every movement, his body spinning out of control.
She was Sasha, and she gave him that, relaxing for him, letting him take his own pleasure for just a few minutes while his cock swelled, filling her so full she barely could breathe. He was forced to let her head up when he saw her eyes swimming with liquid, but there was laughter there, joy. She loved what she was doing. Her hand slid down between her legs, and that was his undoing.
Giovanni pulled her off him completely, his cock furious, desperate and ferociously hungry. He’d never been like that in his life. “Get on your hands and knees.” It was an order, nothing less, and he was already catching her around the waist and lifting her to the position he needed her in. One hand caught the nape of her neck and thrust her head toward the mattress while he knelt behind her, feeling her slickness, ensuring she was ready for him.
He took her hard. The moment he slammed his cock home, pushing ruthlessly through the tightest muscles he’d ever encountered, her sheath bit at him, clamping down like a vise. The friction nearly sent him over the edge. She cried out and pushed back into him. Her bottom was up in the air, that beautiful ass he watched sway every chance he got. He smacked it, watching his handprint appear on her pale skin, feeling the flood of liquid coating his cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sasha.” His voice was hoarse. He couldn’t stop moving. Surging deep, retreating, thrusting again and again. Between each deep thrust, he added more color to her pale cheeks, reveling in the way she surrounded him with scorching liquid each time.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, little soft cries and whispered pleas for more. He wasn’t certain what the more was, so he gave her both, his body a piston now, hammering into hers, while fire streaked up through his body, threatening to engulf him with flames. He didn’t care if he burned alive as long as he could feel this ecstasy again and again. He wanted it to go on forever.
One thing he knew, he loved fucking her. He loved her bare ass. The shape of her. The feel of her. The way she moved. The way she responded to his brand of sex. Rough. Hot. Demanding. She made her own demands. She wasn’t timid about what she wanted, she used her body to tell him. Slamming back into him, impaling herself while he surged forward. Her breasts swung with every jolt and he wished he could suck on her delicious nipples while he took her. He wanted his cock in her mouth. She was the hottest thing he’d ever known, and he knew no other woman would ever satisfy him after Sasha’s brand of lovemaking.
Without warning, her body clamped down hard on his, muscles gripping and milking. He felt his seed boiling. Hot. Rising like a volcano. Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he realized he hadn’t worn a condom, but it didn’t matter. If he got her pregnant, so be it. He was marrying her. She was going to give him children.
“Giovanni.” Her voice was breathless. “I can’t hang on. You have to pull out.”