“Tell me.”
“You,” she gasps. “I need you.”
I wouldn’t dream of making her wait.
I pull her into my lap. We’re already naked, and I’m hard enough to burst. Her hips rise to meet mine, her fingers sliding into my hair with a soft, needy sound that goes straight to my spine.
I push the head of my cock inside her, letting it grind against her sweet spot on the way. She’s sensitive, and I know her body by now: what she can take, what she can’t. What she desperately needs.
Her nails scrape lightly along my shoulder blades. “Riccardo…”
“I’m right here.” Her impatience is adorable, and the hottest thing in the world.
I slide into her in one smooth thrust, and then we’re moving.
Her hips roll with mine, desperate for friction. Soon, I’m pounding into her, holding her hips tight so I can fuck up into her heat over and over again, no restraint in sight. She takes me so well, it’d be a sin not to dive as deep inside her as I can. And the moans that she rewards me with when I hit herjust right?—
It’s fucking heaven.She’sheaven.
“Ric—!”
Her second orgasm hits. She shatters around me, walls squeezing me as they flutter.
Only then do I let myself come.
She catches her breath against my chest. I stay buried inside her, savoring it. She’s full of me now. She’ll stay full as long as I want her to.
Then my goddamn phone buzzes.
“Tell me you don’t have work today,” Savannah groans.
“I could tell you that. But it wouldn’t be true.”
“Rick.”
I shake my head and peck her on the lips. “I still have a few minutes. Enough for a shower and round three, if we skip breakfast.”
We end up skipping a lot more than breakfast. By the time I’m done fucking her against the shower wall, it’s been over an hour, and Valerio has been reduced to throwing pebbles at my window to catch my attention.
I kiss Savannah before I leave. She stands on her toes, fingers curling into my shirt like she doesn’t want to let go, and it takes more restraint than I like to pull away.
“I’ll be back tonight,” I promise.
She nods, but something flickers behind her eyes—something I can’t name yet. Uncertainty, maybe. As if she’s worried I’ll get tired of her any day now.
She has no idea how wrong she is. I’ll never tire of coming home to her.
Valerio waits by the door. “Deargod. What is it with you and mornings?”
“I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He waves his hand. He’s long stopped believing I’d kill him just for being annoying. If I was going to do that, he’d be six feet under and a skeleton already. “You’re lucky Moretti had an even longer morning than you, from what Bruno’s telling me. Let’s go.”
I grab a cup of coffee to sip on the road, and then we’re out.
13
SAVANNAH
