Giovanni entered the bedroom already stripping his shirt from his chest. He kicked off his shoes, his gaze on Sasha’s body. She lay on her back, her full breasts on display. The sheets were tangled, and one arm was flung out toward his side of the bed. Her curls had come out of the loose braid and her hair was a mass of golden and platinum waves spread over the pillow. Her legs were sprawled out, not too wide, but wide enough to see her golden curls and a flash of pink beneath. Her face was beautiful. Her long lashes lay like two thick crescents on her cheeks. Her mouth was a bow, lips full. Her skin looked and felt like silk.
He crawled up between her legs, on his stomach, hands to her thighs, spreading her legs farther apart. He didn’t wait for her to wake slowly, he put his mouth exactly where he wanted and kissed her intimately. His tongue swiped her lips and then made its way deep. Liquid honey greeted him. Sighing, he caught her hips and began to devour her.
She said his name on a gasping breath, both hands going to his head, fingers curling in his hair. He didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. He fed. He ate. He devoured. He loved her taste. He loved her response even more. Her clit was sensitive to every rake of his teeth, every hard flick of his fingers, to the laving of his tongue and the sucking of his mouth. He used his tongue and fingers ruthlessly in her, driving her up again and again so that her hips bucked helplessly and her demands grew passionate.
Her orgasm was fierce, the waves rushing over her, taking her hard so that her stomach muscles rippled and her thighs danced. He wiped his face on the inside of her thighs and moved over her, surging deep right into her orgasm so those muscles clamped tight around his cock. It felt like a silken fist, scorching hot and tight as hell, grasped him, clamped down and pumped. So slick. So perfect.
He moved in her, watching her face. Loving the look he put there. Loving the way she embraced sex with him. He bent his head to her tempting breast, sucking deep, but mindful that her nipples might be a little sore. His hands stroked over satin skin, taking her in, claiming her, while her hands moved over his body. She lifted her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and riding him hard.
He loved the way they came together. Looking down, he could see his cock sliding out of her body, slick with her honey, and then disappearing deep, her muscles grasping him so tightly he thought his brain might explode.
“Look at us, baby,” he whispered. “It’s a beautiful sight.”
She lifted her head to look and he saw the flush of beauty on her face, the way her eyes widened and breath caught in her throat. “We are, aren’t we?” Her eyes met his. “Kiss me.”
“I’ll taste like you.” He wanted her to kiss him. He wanted to share her taste. To him, it was sexy as hell.
She lifted her face and one arm curled around his neck even as her body kept riding, kept tightening. He found her mouth. So hot. So tempting. Everything he could want. The walls of the bedroom disappeared. Sounds became ragged breathing. Hearts beating. Their bodies coming together with a hard slap of flesh on flesh. Her moans. His name on her lips. His love swelling until he knew he was going to burst with it, but he couldn’t stop. He never wanted to stop. He kept alternating between kissing her, sucking her breast and rocking her with hard, deep thrusts.
“I can’t stop it,” she gasped against his lips.
“Then don’t,” he whispered into her open mouth.
Her body clamped down so hard for a moment it felt as if his cock had been seized by a vicious, scorching-hot vise and then the scalding seed in his balls blasted into her, splashing the walls of her sheath, triggering one wild orgasm after another. He closed his eyes and let her take him straight to paradise.
He collapsed over her, trying desperately to regain air in his lungs, unable to move. He had no idea how much time went by while her body clenched and spasmed around his. Each movement sent waves of euphoria rushing through him. Her hands moved over his back and down to his buttocks. He felt possession in her touch and he smiled, turning his head to claim the side of her neck. He bit down, and felt her body tighten again around his.
“That’s a good way to wake up,” she admitted. “I could get used to it.”
“Good. I’m very addicted to your taste.” He took her mouth again. “Good morning, Sasha. This is the best morning I’ve ever had.”
“We’re just getting started,” she pointed out, with her slow, sexy smile.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Giovanni and Sasha joined his family for breakfast at Biagi’s Café, in Ferraro territory. Giovanni had never felt as much happiness as he did waking up to Sasha. She’d taken such amazing care of him, her mouth working his cock the night before, taking him to paradise. He’d wanted to return the favor in the morning, to wake her, his mouth between her legs, devouring her. Next time, he decided, he would take his time, making sure she felt love in every stroke of his tongue, his hands and his cock. He wanted every morning to be perfection. He wanted her to feel loved every minute of the day.
She kept her hand in his, even though the people around them stared as they entered the café. Imeldia, Bernardo and Leah Biagi’s oldest daughter, greeted them. She showed them to the massive Ferraro table where his brothers, their wives and Emmanuelle sat waiting for them. Imeldia wove around the other tables like a pro. She’d been a waitress since her early teens and now was the hostess. She was one of the people in their territory Giovanni particularly liked.
“Melda, I’d like you to meet my fiancée, Sasha Provis,” he said, as they reached the table. He brought Sasha closer to him, not because she needed the added confidence, but because he liked her close. He liked holding her hand. Or having his arm around her shoulders. He liked bringing her in close, under his shoulder, her arms tight around his waist. He just plain liked touching her, and she never seemed to mind.
Imeldia’s smile brightened. She had that high-wattage smile that could charm a snake. He knew quite a few of the work crews ate breakfast in Biagi’s just to see Imeldia smile at them.
“How lovely to meet you,” Melda said instantly. “I’ve known Giovanni for years and he’s always up to no good, so watch him closely,” she cautioned with a wink.
Sasha smiled back. “I’ll do that.”
Giovanni pulled out her chair for her and waved at John and Suzette Balboni, owners of Balboni Hardware. John had taken a bullet the same time Giovanni had, when the Ferraro family had been attacked. John looked good. Fit. Giovanni knew Stefano and the others had visited him twice in the hospital and a couple of times at his home. Francesca and Emmanuelle had kept close tabs on his progress and the needs of the family while he was laid up.
“It’s good to see John out,” he told his brothers as he seated Sasha and dropped into the chair beside her. Close. He reached out and put one hand on her thigh. As always, she didn’t flinch away from him. She rested her palm over the back of his hand.
His brothers and their women greeted Sasha. Emmanuelle just smiled. She looked tired and unhappy. So did Taviano. Giovanni squeezed Sasha’s hand. He understood his brother and sister, how their lives could be lonely right in the midst of their large, loving family. “How’s John doing?” he asked Emmanuelle. He knew Francesca would probably have all the information, but he wanted to engage his younger sister.
She nodded. “He’s so much better. I actually think physical therapy helped him more than just recover from his injury. He and Suzette joined the gym, and they work out together. You see them together much more often. They laugh all the time. I think they both realized John could have been killed and they pay attention to their marriage more.”
“It’s all about sex,” Vittorio announced gravely, using a wise voice. “Good sex with the perfect partner. She nearly lost him and she’s all over him. He’s happy again.”
“Is that what it takes to make a man happy?” Emmanuelle asked.
“Yes,” her brothers chorused, Giovanni included.
Emmanuelle rolled her eyes.
“Fast cars,” Ricco added. “And ropes.”
“Food”—Vittorio indicated the menu with the bread he was holding—“really good food.”
“Good sex and good food,” Emmanuelle echoed. She shook her head, but there was a ghost of a smile curving her bottom lip. “You boys.”