I flung her up in the air and caught her when she came down. “I could carry you with one arm.”
She laughed. “You’ve become a slacker,” she said. “All we’ve done for the past week is lay in bed and…eat.”
“Eat…is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
“You tell me.” She relaxed in my arms. “I’ve been a little preoccupied lately.”
I stopped and looked down at her before I opened the door. “We just ate and I’m fucking starving again.”
“Me too,” she said, and our eyes connected. As soon as we were over the threshold, I set her down and we crashed into each other like we hadn’t seen each other in years. There was always an urgency between us—we were enough, but it would never be enough.
I was inhaling her like the best fucking meal I’d ever had, after I just finished the best fucking meal I ever had. It was insane. I couldn’t control the hunger. It was like a wild thing in the pit of my stomach that growled after too long.
She moaned.
All other thoughts were hidden in the blood rushing to my dick.
Fast and hard against the wall.
Slow and long in the shower.
We somehow ended up in bed.
Droplets of cool water from her wet hair ran down my skin. The casa was fucking hot, and it cooled me down some. My eyes closed, and I woke up to a finger tracing patterns over my chest.
One of my eyes opened. “Can’t sleep?”
“I did for a bit.” Her finger moved up, tracing the pattern of my lips. It was soft and slow and made my dick hard. It might have been before I even woke up.
I groaned when her mouth found my skin and started to suck. I lifted my chin higher, giving her access to my throat, before she started moving lower and lower.
She gasped when I set my hands under her armpits and pulled her up.
“Rio?”
“Put your silk robe on,” I said.
“Is something wrong?” She was sitting up in bed, watching me pull on a pair of sweatpants.
“No,” I said. “But if you don’t hurry, there will be.”
She slipped on her robe and looked at me. “You don’t need a shir—”
I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. She let out a surprisedwhoop!
“W-where a-are w-we g-going?” her words bounced out as I walked the property, heading toward a certain building.
Her ass was so close to my face. It was fucking delicious. Firm but with a softness that I could sink my teeth into. And when a breeze would rustle her silk robe, lavender floated in the air. It made me fucking high.
“It’s a surprise,” I said.
“I don’t like surprises!”
I stopped walking. “Who doesn’t like surprises?”
“Me,” she said, her voice rising. “That’swho.”
“You sound like an owl.” I grinned as I pulled a set of keys from my pocket. I unlocked the door and shoved it open, carrying her over the threshold. I closed it firmly behind me and turned the lock.
