“I love you.”
Frisco buried his lips in my hair and held me tight. “I love you, too.”
Once in the living room we shed our clothes, and naked, fell onto the couch in a tangle of hot skin and grasping hands. I couldn’t wait, didn’t want to wait. I needed him right then.
Right now.
“Come on,” I urged, pulling him closer, loving the rasp of his hair against my overly sensitized skin. It had been like that between us from the first. That fire between us. His touch brought me to life.
Frisco reached for the lube and slicked his fingers, sliding one past my hole, with a second joining it moments later. His purposeful, unerring touch shattered me, and the sound of my groans rose over the frantic pounding of my heart.
“Please, now.”
“You think you’re ready?” Blue eyes blazed and he withdrew, hovering over me, his face taut and unsmiling. “You want me?”
“Yes,yes.” I was practically sobbing with need, my body empty and throbbing.
He entered me in one strong thrust, sinking in to the root, and I gasped at the stretch of his heavy cock breaching me.
“Too much?” He folded my legs to my chest and rocked, harder, faster.
“Never. Never enough.” I canted my hips, and the brush of his cock over my prostate buzzed electricity through me as if I’d imagined a lightning strike. Head spinning, my body on fire, I grasped my dick and at the first touch, I shot into my hand.
“Oh, God,” I cried out and clasped Frisco tightly.
His hands gripped my hips as he held me in place and drove into me. The throw pillows sailed off the sofa, and Frisco slammed into me one final time with a groan and came. I held on to his shoulders, feeling his twitching, shivering body stiffen, then relax. He released a gusty sigh, and I slipped my arms around his neck. It was my favorite part of making love. The closeness. Part of him connected to part of me.
When he nuzzled my cheek and kissed my temple, I hummed, and Frisco’s lips curved against my face.
“Happy?”
I hadn’t imagined Frisco to be a cuddler, but then again, he’d broken every preconceived notion I’d had of him.
“How could I not be? I have you.”
“Yes, you do.” His breath hit my cheek, and I thought about what Mike had said earlier. My brother was wrong. Frisco didn’t need to give me anything tangible for me to know how much he cared. This, right here, told me everything. The languid slide of his fingers along my body, the gentle kisses to my cheek, meant more to me than any present.
Love was the only gift I needed.
“I wish you didn’t have to go to Mangia tomorrow. Mike should find someone else,” Frisco grumbled, and I smiled to myself.
“Meet me there.”
He sat up and slipped out of me. “What? Why?”
I chuckled. “Because you love me. But seriously? Come meet me, and we’ll go for a drink after.”
His eyes narrowed. “Why do I need to go to Brooklyn to have a drink with you?”
Damn him.The man was too sharp.
“Because it might be fun. Whenever we do go out, it’s only in the city. Mike mentioned there are some new places that opened nearby that sound good. We can have a late-night date. Like the old days.”
That intent, blue gaze probed my face, but I hadn’t lived with the man for almost a year to not have learned some subterfuge of my own, and I returned an innocent smile his way.
“Hmm.”
I swung my legs over the side of the sofa and stood. “I need to shower. Are you going to come wash my back or sit there contemplating your navel?”
