“You have the sexiest lips,” he growls, brushing the pad of his thumb across the bottom one and parting them softly.
“Where do you want them?” I ask playfully.
“At this moment?” he asks, his eyebrow quirking in a wolfish smirk. Then his fingers trap my chin, and he slowly guides me back to my feet. “Right here.”
His lips seal against mine, his tongue delving past their seam as he claims my lips with a hunger that steals my breath away.
His hands roam from my waist down to my hips, and he palms my ass as he pulls me against him.
“Take me to bed,” I breathe.
Miko hums with approval, walking me backward without needing to be asked twice.
And when I feel the backs of my knees hit the foot of the bed, he presses me down onto it.
He follows my movements, his muscular arms caging me as he settles between my thighs.
I don’t know what it is about this man, but everything about him draws me in and lights my soul on fire.
I don’t need foreplay with him.
I want him every hour of every day, and as I reach between us, guiding his swollen tip between my folds, Miko groans at just how wet I am for him.
His hips rock forward, bringing us together and releasing stars behind my eyelids.
This is the place where heaven meets earth. And I know that, whatever life might throw at us, Miko and I will always find each other in this space.
We rock together, the swells of passion rising and cresting as my body tingles.
I know I’m close to reaching climax and I can feel Miko swelling to meet me as the first waves of my orgasm ripple along his length.
“Miko!” I gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders as he bursts inside me, flooding my channel with hot cum.
I throb around him, panting as we share the air between us, our lips brushing softly together.
“I love you,il mio sole e le mie stelle,” he murmurs.My sun and stars.
“I love you too,” I say, leaning up to kiss him.
And as he holds me close, his heart beating steadily beneath my ear, I’m lulled into the sweet, blissful space between dreams and waking.
With our daughter sleeping soundly in the room next door and Miko’s arms holding me close, I’m sure I couldn’t be happier.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
GIO
Downtown Chicago hums with late-night energy—the kind that makes the air feel electric and dangerous all at once.
Streetlamps cast gold halos on the slick pavement, and traffic murmurs by like an afterthought.
We’ve just left Osteria Nido, the kind of place that costs more than it looks and serves wine older than my little brother.
Stephanie walks beside me, her heels clicking on the sidewalk, each step confident and unhurried.
She loops her arm through mine like she owns me—and hell, maybe she does.
Her laugh curls through the air like cigarette smoke, sultry and slow.
