“I like the idea. We might try one other place.”
“Lots of other places. I’m inventive.” He kissed his way down her belly and then knelt between her legs. “Spread wider. What other place?”
“At the club. When the music is playing, each time I’m on my break. I want you to earn several thousand dollars for us.”
His eyes met hers. There was honesty in her voice and amusement in her eyes. Also sincerity. “What are you up to?”
“Your cousin was just a little smug with his winnings. Just think, Giovanni, you could get a dance. Feel my breasts, my bottom, get a blow job and go all the way. I’ll bet you know every corner where we could get away with it. You’d get your money back and we’d have fun.”
“You have a devious mind. Wider, baby.”
He loved looking at what was his. She was all his. Every inch of her. He caught her bottom in his hands, pressed the head of his cock into her burning entrance and slammed home. Streaks of lightning ran up his body straight to his brain, and then he was gone again, finding that place she took him to.
“Fuck me, Sasha. Hard. Use your hands on your nipples. Clamp down just like the clamps would bite down on you.”
She rode him while he knelt between her legs, her hips moving fast, the smooth roll to her body expert from all the riding she’d done. It was an erotic sight to watch her hands move over her breasts, to pinch and clamp down hard on her nipples, to pull them for him, roll them. To knead her breasts and arch her back while her hips thrust against him. Her mouth opened and her eyes went dazed. She was soaring, her body clamping down on his.
“I love you this way.” He reached down and found her clit, pinching her bud hard. “You’re so sexy, Sasha.”
She cried out and her sheath bathed him in scorching hot liquid, clamping down, biting deep, milking him for every drop of his seed while she soared high. She had taken him over too fast and he hadn’t had time to spend in her, but he would. He watched her face as she came back to him, flushed, excited, unashamed of her sexuality. Dio, he was way past falling. He’d gone straight to love.
He leaned down and kissed her clit. “I’m getting you a beautiful sapphire clamp for here as well. The chain can extend up to the one across your breasts. Do you think you’d like that?”
“I don’t know. It was pretty wild when you pinched me there. I couldn’t hold back.”
He grinned at her. “Yeah, baby, you’re going to love it. You ready for a shower?”
“I’m not sure I can walk yet.”
He laughed and picked her up. He hadn’t been so happy—ever. Not ever. She turned his life into something fun. He hadn’t realized he’d gone to bed exhausted, sliding in next to her, careful not to wake her, looking forward to opening his eyes because she was in his world.
“Are you going to tell me what happened last night?”
“Not much. We found out a few things. It was definitely a bomb, but he hadn’t rigged it to go off.”
She sat up, her blond curls falling around her face and down her back. One plopped in a long spiral right over her left breast, drawing his attentions to the marks there. He bent his head and kissed the red smudges.
“Wait. He put a bomb in your car but it didn’t have a detonator in it? I don’t understand.”
“Neither did we—at first. The bomb was in the driver’s seat. My seat. Had he put it in properly hidden and under the seat, with a pressure switch, the moment I sat down, I would have activated the bomb, not necessarily set it off. That would come when I got out of the car—or tried to.”
“Why do you think he didn’t do that?”
“Either we interrupted his work, which I doubt, or he doesn’t want you killed. You were with me. If I didn’t realize I was in trouble and the bomb went off, you’d be killed as well. I think it was a warning to me. He’d take me out if I kept on with my relationship with you.”
She stiffened. Her face closed down. He cupped her face firmly between his hands. “Don’t even think about breaking up with me. It’s not going to happen. The bastard is going to turn on you, Sasha. You’re his fantasy. In his mind, you’re already in a relationship with him. I’m stepping on his toes. You can’t possibly keep up your end when you don’t even know him or how he expects you to act.”
He stepped back and took her hand. “Come on, baby. Shower.”
“I’m tired.”
She wasn’t. He knew that. He even heard the lie but he didn’t call her on it because he knew she wanted time to think. He wasn’t about to give it to her. “I’ll reward you. I’m not above bribes.”
“What’s my reward?”
“I’m very, very good with my mouth. You shower with me and I’ll eat you like candy. You smell and taste like cinnamon candy apple, and I can’t get enough of that.”
She was already on her feet, just because he refused to let go of her hand, so he took advantage, pulling her to the bathroom just next to their room. They had this end of the penthouse to themselves, so he had no problems walking naked with her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
Giovanni could feel Sasha trying to pull away in her mind so the moment he got the water going, he circled her waist with his arm, pushed her into the shower—a long, tiled affair with multiple showerheads, water coming from every direction—got her against a wall and kissed her. Over and over. He refused to give ground. He claimed her and let her know that was exactly what he was doing. He couldn’t be without her, and he wanted her to feel the same way.
He kissed her until her hands were sliding over his narrow hips to find his cock. He knew he’d won when she began fisting him.
“You love my cock,” he accused.
“I do,” she admitted. “It’s clearly going to be your saving grace when you make me crazy—and you will.”
He knew that, too. He didn’t care. He’d use his mouth or his cock, any damn thing he had to keep her with him—and happy. He wanted her happy. He took some shower gel and began washing her, his hands gentle yet deliberately arousing as he thoroughly soaped every inch of her body. Her breath grew faster and she tipped her head back to let the water soak her hair.
“Tell me, before we start up again, just what you learned about this crazy person.”
“He’s been in the service at some time. It would help if we knew his age, but we have access to databases and records when we need them. He shot his load all over your panties, and that was a stupid thing to do. We’ve got his DNA. He used gloves everywhere else so there were no fingerprints. To build a bomb like that, he had to have been in demolition or special forces, one of the branches that would have taught him how to build it.”
“Can’t you find information like that on the Internet?”
He nodded, rinsing her off, using the wand to spray between her legs, letting the water linger and pulse against her clit. Only when she reached for the shampoo did he stop so he could take it out of her hands. He wanted to wash her hair himself.
“Yes, you definitely can find all kinds of information on how to do anything, but he was fast and efficient. He might have built it elsewhere and carried it with him when he tailed us—and by the way, he was good enough not to be spotted.”
“No, he wasn’t, you knew he was there.”
Giovanni waited a heartbeat before answering her. She was his. Sooner or later she had to know about him. It was dangerous if she knew, dangerous in ways to both of them—him more so than her. He was definitely taking the bigger risk, but she was worth it. He had to make his try with her. There wouldn’t be another for him.
“I felt him. Every time we crossed shadows. Didn’t you?” He took the shampoo and rubbed it into her hair so he wouldn’t have to look into her eyes. He was giving more and more of himself to her, but he wasn’t certain she recognized that yet. She was intelligent, and she reasoned things out fast, guessing, of course, but she always hit the mark or close to it.