His fingers tense on mine. “Do you mean it?”
I nod, a calm coming over me that I haven’t felt in…well, ever. It’s acceptance. Knowing I’m making the right decision. That this is where I’m meant to be.
“I mean it. You’re stuck with me, Alessio Andriani.”
“Why?” His voice is hoarse.
I know what he wants. And as difficult as it is to be vulnerable, to be the one who says it first, I will. For him.
“Because I love you.”
He exhales like he was holding his breath. “Fuck, sweetheart. Say it again.”
“I love you.”
He yanks my mouth back to his and kisses me, hard and deep. His cock comes to life under me, going rigid. I tear my lipsaway, my pussy clenching and already aching for him, but my heart needs something else first.
“Your turn,” I tell him breathlessly.
He takes my face in both hands and stares up at me, the lights of a row of billboards spilling over him, and he has so much unguarded tenderness there for me to see that my breath catches.
“I fucking love you, Isla. More than I ever thought possible. So much it scares me.”
“Good.” I smile down at him, not sure where this is going to take us or what life has in store. But I do know that whatever happens, I want this man at my side. I’m his and he is mine. “Because I feel the same fucking way.”
His laugh is low and dark. “Now take off your leggings,tesoro,before I tear them into shreds. I need to be inside you.”
My smile deepens, and I reach for the waistband, pulling it down. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“I don’t remember asking.” He swats my ass. “Faster.”
My panties are already embarrassingly wet, and I shimmy out of my leggings at record speed, taking my black lace thong with them. “How’s that?”
He slides a hand between my legs, his finger gliding through my folds, and groans. “That’s fucking perfect, sweetheart. You’re dripping.”
“Yes.”
Alessio circles my clit, teasing me.
He yanks up my shirt and fastens his mouth on one nipple, sucking hard as he sinks a finger deep inside me. All I can do is moan. Thankfully, there’s a privacy screen between the driver and us. But I’m so far gone that I’m not even sure I’d care if there weren’t.
He releases my nipple long enough to command, “Take out my cock.” Then he latches on to the other nipple, licking and nipping me with his teeth.
I don’t hesitate, finding the fly on his trousers and unzipping him. When I reach inside, his dick springs free, thick and hot and ready for me. I stroke him a few times, teasing him the way he is me.
“Fuck,” he growls, withdrawing his finger. “Put me inside you, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I line him up and sink down on him, taking him deep. “That’s it. You’re fucking perfect.”
He fills me, and it’s so good I practically see stars. He grips my ass, helping me find the rhythm we both need. It’s fast and frantic, his mouth on mine, my nails digging into his shoulders as I lift up and then sink down, taking all of him. When he releases my butt with one hand and pinches my clit, I come undone for him, my pussy clenching around his cock. He grips my hips and pumps into me with a merciless vigor that has me crying out his name as he fills me up with the hot rush of his release.
I collapse against him, barely able to catch my breath, his cock still inside me.
He grabs a handful of my hair and kisses me ravenously.
We’re messy. We’re wrong. But together, we’re right.
“Ti amo, tesoro,” he murmurs against my lips.
