Where I think we’re going, I’m not entirely sure, but away sounds like a good start, and something tells me it’s where we ought to be.
“You know I can’t,” he murmurs against the swells of my breast as he slowly works his way down my center line.
“Not even if I beg?” I tease.
Gio’s groan sounds tormented as he gently nestles his face against my abdomen by way of silent apology.
His facial hair scrapes lightly across my sensitive skin, making me giggle.
I tug gently at the roots of his hair, dragging him back just enough to stop it from tickling.
He peers up at me with those fathomless light eyes, and I’m ready to melt into a puddle. I’ll give him whatever he wants.
“If I asked you to abandon your garden—to never touch a plant again—could you do it? For me?” His tone is soft, achingly so, and yet it brings tears to my eyes.
With a sad smile, he brushes his lips across my belly button ring. “That’s what I thought.”
Then his hands return to his task, taking the button of my jeans and popping it open before slowly, tantalizingly lowering the zipper.
His fingers hook around the waist of my shorts, tugging them efficiently down my hips, right along with my drenched lace panties.
I bite my lip as his strong hands hoist my hips off the bed, slinging one knee over each shoulder as he buries his face between my thighs.
All thoughts of arguing with him vanish from my head as his lips find my slick seam and his tongue delves inside me.
A cry escapes me, and my fingers curl around soft sheets as my back arches up off the bed.
“Shh.” Gio chuckles against my folds, amused by my response but unwilling to stop what he’s doing. “If you don’t keep it down, someone will hear you,” he murmurs against my pussy. Then he returns to lavishing my clit with his tongue.
God, his mouth is sheer perfection against my feverish flesh, and the way his fingers press into my tender flesh sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
I press my lips together, pinching them between my teeth to try and keep the moans inside me.
But I’ve never felt anything quite so exquisite.
Everything about this man drives me wild.
His touch, his taste, hissmell.
Even the sound of his voice turns me on, and I feel that undeniable draw pulling me closer to him—like a magnet.
It doesn’t matter that he has me almost entirely naked and spread wide on his bed while he hasn’t removed a stitch of clothing.
All I know is that I want him.
I want all of him with a consuming kind of hunger.
I don’t quite know how we got to this point.
But I would give just about anything to be here.
“Gio,” I whimper, the rising crests of my pleasure building into something I can no longer control.
“Come for me,amore,” he rasps, his breath hot against my flesh as he peers up the length of my body to meet my eyes.
His lips curl into a wicked grin, then wrap around my clit as his hand shifts so he can slide two fingers inside my molten core.
I couldn’t care less if someone hears us.
