Her breath caught. “Chrys—”
“I know it’s quick,” I interrupted, needing her to understand. “I know we haven’t known each other long. But when I saw what Katalina did, when I imagined you hurting and thought about what I’d do to protect you... it hit me. I’ve fallen in love with you.”
She pulled back, her eyes searching mine. “Are you sure? This isn’t just a reaction to everything that’s happened?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything.” I took her hands in mine. “You challenge me, fascinate me, drive me crazy in the best possible ways. I love you, Tia Massey.”
Her eyes glistened with tears. “I love you too.” The words came out softly, as if she was surprising herself by saying them. “I wasn’t expecting to feel this way.”
I pulled her closer, claiming her mouth again with renewed hunger. She melted against me, her fingers threading through my hair as the kiss deepened.
When we broke apart, I kept my forehead pressed against hers. “Come to Italy with me tomorrow. I’m meeting with my raceteam, but we could make it a getaway. Milan is beautiful this time of year.”
She bit her lip. “I want to, but I really need to stay and work. Especially after everything that happened yesterday. I have to lock in and finish the concept for Thalassía.”
“You can work from Italy,” I suggested, trailing kisses along her jawline. “I’ll get you a suite with the perfect desk overlooking the city.”
She laughed, pushing me back gently. “Chrys, I’m serious. This project matters to me. I want to do it right, on my terms.”
I paused, my brow lifting. “Chrys?”
She averted her gaze. “I wanted something that was just mine to call you. Everyone calls you Santo.” She played with the button in my shirt. “But I can stop if—”
“No,” I interrupted. “I love it. Chrys.” The name sounded different in her voice. Intimate. As if she was claiming a piece of me no one else possessed. “Only you, though. No one else gets to call me that.”
She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to the corner of my mouth, her fingers tracing the outline of my jaw. “Then Chrys it is.”
“But two weeks without you?” I pouted dramatically. “How will I survive?”
“You’ll manage.” Her smile turned mischievous as she slid from the bed to kneel between my legs. “Let me see if I can change that mood.”
Tia reached for my belt. “I thought you were determined to work.”
“I am,” she replied, looking up at me through her lashes as she pulled my zipper down. “But I want to take care of my man too.”
She freed my dick, her hand wrapping around the shaft, her touch making me harder. She leaned forward, her tongue tentatively licking the tip, drawing out a hiss from me.
She took me into her mouth, her movements eager but inexperienced. It was sloppy, messy, but incredibly erotic. I guided her head, showing her the rhythm I liked.
She looked up at me, her eyes watering, her lips stretched wide around my cock. The sight sent heat straight to my groin. She took me deeper, her mouth and hand working in sync.
“Angel,” I warned, my voice hoarse. “It’s coming.”
Tia didn’t pull back. Instead, she increased her pace, her eyes locked on mine. I came with a groan, my body tensing as I released into her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving mine.
Pulling her up, I crushed my mouth to hers. “My turn,” I growled against her lips.
I turned her around, bending her over the bed. I removed her towel, exposing her bare ass, and positioned myself behind her.
I thrust into her in one swift move, her wet heat enveloping me. She gripped the sheets for support. I pumped into her, my hips moving with urgent, desperate need. Her plump cheeks jiggled from my movements, the sight making me harder.
Her moans filled the room, spurring me on. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her body responding to mine. I leaned over her, my hand snaking around to find her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts.
“Chrys,” she cried out, her body tensing as her orgasm hit her.
The sensation of her coming undone around me sent me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time, my cock pulsing as I came inside her.
We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. Then I pulled out, turning her around to face me.
