“That feels so good.” I’m practically purring as I nuzzle my cheek into her palm. “But we should eat before it gets cold.”
She sends me a flirty look before picking up her silverware.
I shovel a forkful of ziti into my mouth and moan. “So, so good,” I add after swallowing. “I think you may have found your true vocation in life.”
“I’ve never been that interested in cooking,” she says, cutting her chicken. “But I love cooking for you and Elio.”
We continue chatting in between eating.
“I spoke with him earlier. He’s having a blast.”
“I talked to him on the phone when I called your mother. He was so excited telling me all about the Discovery Museum.”
“I miss him,” I admit.
“I miss him too. It’s much quieter around here without our little prince.” Her chair scrapes as she pushes it back. “I need to show you what I got for him today.” She rushes out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a bag. My heart is in my throat when she removes a kid’s astronaut costume. “I’ve been researching fun things we can do, and I thought I could build a space station in the playroom as a surprise for when he returns next week. I found an article online about how to recreate one, and I bought supplies today. Then on the walk back, I saw this in the front of a costume shop, and I had to buy it.” She pulls out two adult costumes. “Call me crazy, but I couldn’t resist buying us matching ones.” She giggles, but her smile slowly fades as she looks at me.
I can’t imagine what is showing on my face but fuck it. I’m not holding back anything anymore.
“Unless you think it’s a really stupid idea and then?—”
“He will fucking love it.” I swivel in my chair, and she shrieks when I pull her down onto my lap. Taking the costumes, I set them on the table and reposition her so she’s straddling me. “I love how much you love my son.” My voice comes out darker, threaded with the potent desire flowing through my veins. “I love how much thought you’re putting into activities.” My hands move to her ass, and I squeeze her cheeks through her jeans before grinding her down on my erection. “But mostly I love spending time with you, and I’m done holding back, Sloane.”
Moving my lips to her jaw, I dust a slew of drugging kisses along her neck. “Tell me you feel this too.” I thrust against her as my mouth travels up and down the column of her elegant neck. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”
“I feel it, Cristian,” she pants, gyrating her hips and sliding back and forth against my hard length. “And I want you too.”
Fisting her hair, I tug her head back a little as I stare into her face with barely any space between us. “How much do you want me?” I growl, lightly biting her exposed neck.
“Badly, Cristian.” She gasps when I tug her sweater down and suction my lips to her chest. “Fuck me, please. Make me yours.”
A squeal parts her lips when I stand and fling her over my shoulder. “You’re already mine, Sloane,” I confirm, swatting her ass as I stride with purpose across the room. “This will just make it official.”
32
SLOANE
My heart is careening around my chest like a race car spinning turns on a loop as Cristian storms toward his bedroom with purpose. Butterflies swoop into my stomach when he throws me down on the bed and looms over me with fire burning in his eyes. “If you don’t want this, tell me now.” His rich, gruff voice twists the knots already coiling low in my belly.
“I want this.”
Leaning over me, he cages me between his arms and stares deep into my eyes. “There is no going back after this, Sloane. Once I have you,you are mine.” He punctuates the words, making his intent crystal clear.
Reaching up, I palm one side of his face. “I’m already yours, Cristian, and I don’t want to go back.”
Thoughyoumight when you discover the truth.
I punt the devil on my shoulder into oblivion. Nothing is going to ruin this. I’m taking this for myself, damn the consequences. I’ll deal with the aftermath another time because I have never wanted any man as much as I want Cristian, and I’m promising myself I’ll be fully present in the moment with him. “Have me. Take me. I’m yours.” No truer words have ever been spoken.
“Fuck.” His lips descend in a claiming kiss that causes fiery tingles to detonate all over my body. Cristian literally sets my entire being on fire. My hips buck, and I whimper into his mouth as he slays me with a slew of hypnotic kisses that melt my body and fry my brain. I’m putty in his arms, and it’s exactly where I want to be.
When he pulls back, dark desire radiates from his eyes and his face is alight with wicked intent, and I. Am. Here for all of it. Nerves mix with excitement and longing as his hungry gaze rakes over me. “I want to take my time. To worship every inch of you with every part of me, but I can’t wait, Sloane. My need to fuck you is all-consuming.” He pulls my slides off my feet and throws them away. “I can’t do gentle right now,” he adds, popping the button on my jeans.
“I’ll take whatever you want to give me and fucking love it.” Lifting my hips, I help him roll the jeans down my legs, and they join my slides somewhere on the floor. Cristian divests me of my shirt next, leaving me in only my underwear. I’m wearing a sexy white lacy bra and matching panties, and from the look on his face, he approves.
“Damn. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” His fingers brush softly against my bruised side. “Does it hurt?”
“I’m not made of glass, Cristian. A few bruises are not stopping this.”
