“Not pulling out.” It was already too late. The orgasm took him like a freight train, roaring through his body until he couldn’t think, only feel. Spurt after spurt rocketed through him, blasted into her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her to him while a tsunami seemed to have taken over her. The waves crashed around him, her body squeezing his ruthlessly, over and over, a wild crescendo until she collapsed on the mattress and he went down over top of her.
His heart beat through her body while the aftershocks shook both of them. They lasted quite a while and he wanted to feel every single one of them with her. His weight had to be crushing her so that she was breathing shallowly, but she didn’t complain. He threaded his fingers through hers and held her down, his mouth on her shoulder, then her neck, tasting the cinnamon candy-apple flavor he loved, using his teeth to tease her and his lips to ease the sting.
“You good?” he asked, when he could finally talk.
She nodded. “Giovanni, you should have pulled out. You weren’t wearing a condom.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I know you wanted me to, but I was so far gone …” He should have felt terrible about it. Any decent man would. It was her body. She decided when, not him, but damn it, he wasn’t feeling one iota of remorse. He was a fucking dick, but that didn’t seem to matter. He wanted her to have to marry him. He wanted his child growing in her.
The revelation was shocking when every member of his family was so careful, had been taught practically since birth never to go ungloved. To be responsible. They were riders and they didn’t leave children scattered all over the country.
“I’m not trying to trap you.”
Her denial was so unexpected he almost didn’t understand what she said. He was expecting righteous condemnation, not her concern that he would think she was deliberately trying to trap him into marriage.
“This isn’t your responsibility, Sasha. You told me to pull out.” Reluctantly he let his body relax so he could slip away. He hated that loss of connection. He liked sharing her skin. Her body. He rolled over and reached to scoop her close.
Sasha lifted onto her elbows. Her sapphire eyes swept his face. “You don’t understand. One of the girls at work, the night Darby ripped my uniform, told me horrible ways to trap a rich man. She said women did it all the time, and the best way was to get pregnant. I know that’s what that game was all about. All of you are so tired of having women try to trap you that you really have no respect for them anymore. I don’t want you to think I’m like that.”
He cupped her face, thumbs sliding over her soft skin. He loved the way she felt. “Baby, you’re going to hate me when I tell this to you, but I’m not going to let you feel guilty or allow you to think I believe you’re trying to trap me.” He took a breath, let it out and stared directly into her eyes so she could see the truth there. “I’m trying to trap you. I’m desperate for you to commit to me. I tell you my intentions and you never answer me back. I want you pregnant with my child. I want a ring on your finger. I want the privilege of having you for the rest of my life.”
He waited again for condemnation. She stared at him like he’d grown two heads, but she didn’t get angry. He didn’t see one flare of her temper, and he knew she had one.
“You barely know me. We just met.”
“You’ve said that before. Your shadow touches mine and I know all I need to about you. I know you have that same knowledge when they touch.”
She didn’t bother to deny it. “You’re difficult to read. You’re honest with me, yet deceptive with others. Never your family, but practically everyone else. You lead a kind of double life. You’re a playboy, but I also feel an overwhelming sense of responsibility. The two things don’t add up. I feel a great deal of power and danger mixed together. You love family and you’re all about your family. That affection applies to your neighborhood. Or territory. I can’t decide if you’re a criminal or not. I’m not trying to be negative because I’m not certain how I feel about any of it, just telling you the truth.”
“How do you feel about being with me?”
She ran her fingers down his chest to his groin. “Obviously, I like being with you. I think about you when we’re not together and I worry. I think you’re hot, if that matters. I just don’t know if I can really fit into a lifestyle I don’t even understand and can’t really imagine.”
“Kiss me, baby. I need you to kiss me.”
She leaned into him, her full breasts brushing the heavy muscles of his chest. An electrical charge flashed through him straight to his cock. He’d just had her, but he wanted her again. And again. Just looking at her did that to him, let alone the memory of how she felt. And then there was that elusive taste.
Her lips pressed against his. Soft. Firm. Cool. Heating fast. He slid his tongue along that delicious seam and his teeth tugged at her lower lip, demanding entrance. If she thought to tease him, it wasn’t going to happen. He took over, his tongue sweeping in, claiming that mouth. His hand cupped her breast, fingers tugging her nipple. Rolling. Claiming her breast. His other hand slid from the nape of her neck down her spine and shaped that beautiful bottom, claiming her ass as well.
Once was definitely not enough. He rolled her over, his thigh between her legs, pushing them apart. He kissed his way down her throat to her breasts. They were beautiful. He’d caught a glimpse of them in the club, and just that small, brief sight had taken his breath and fueled his fantasies.
He kneaded the soft flesh, watching the marks come up on her pale skin. His teeth and fingers teased her nipples, his tongue licking and tasting, and then he was sucking her deep into his mouth. He started out gentle and roughened his actions, watching her carefully. Every gasping response to his teeth and fingers told him she’d been born for him and his particular brand of loving his woman.
“I’ve waited so long for you.” He rubbed his bristled jaw in the valley between her full breasts. “I want to have a jeweler make you a special chain that goes from here”—he touched one breast and then the other—“to here. The clamps have to be sapphires to match your eyes.” He tugged on her left nipple with his teeth, biting down gently. “Would you wear it for me? Just that and nothing else?”
His gaze caught hers. He was nearly holding his breath. Even his cock, and it had been jerking and pulsing, went still. Waiting. He didn’t honestly care if she would wear it, or if it appealed to her or not. If not, they wouldn’t play in that direction. For him, it was more of an acceptance on her part. Did she want him the way he wanted her? Unconditionally? If she said an irrevocable no, then he still couldn’t be certain she wanted him the way he was. If she said maybe, he would know she was on board with the way he was made.
Sasha reached for his hand, slid it down her body to press his palm between her legs. “Feel how hot and slick I am just hearing you say that. Of course, I’ll wear it for you. I might even dance for you, if you’re good and promise me all sorts of things in payment.”
“Like what?” He curled his fingers, pushing one into her. At once, her muscles bit down hard. His heart nearly beat out of his chest. She definitely accepted him. She didn’t mind teasing or playing. Best of all, Sasha spoke her mind. If she didn’t like something, there would be no pretending. She simply would tell him whatever they were doing hadn’t worked.
“I think it will be necessary for you to devour me. Eat me. I’ve been dreaming about that ever since I laid eyes on you at the club. Once was definitely not enough, although it was hot as hell in the car.”
“Done.” He agreed immediately.
“Your cock whenever I want it.”
“I suppose I could arrange that, but only if you promise me I can have you anywhere I want you.”
“Like the car and restaurant?”
He nodded, his fingers moving in and out of her. So hot. He wanted her again.
“Where else?”
“I know this little park right in the middle of Ferraro territory. I want to take you there at night when the stars are out, strip you naked and claim every inch of you. The roof of my house. Especially if the moon is full. The plane. That’s a must.”