Then his fingers splay around my hips, and he lifts me up, depositing me on the shop counter a second later.
“God, Ineedyou, Stephanie,” he groans, and a jolt of anticipation races through my veins.
“Yes.” It’s all I can think to say. My own desire is so intense, my brain is foggy with lust.
Glass crunches under his Italian leather dress shoes as he steps closer, his hips meeting the edge of the counter at the same time as he finds me.
Then his lips are warm and welcoming on my throat as he gently sucks my skin.
Goosebumps erupt across my arms and back, and I know I’m going to have a hickey, but I don’t care.
He’s marking me, claiming me, and all I can think about is how desperately I want him inside me.
Hands reaching for his belt, I tug roughly until the buckle gives, then snap the leather past the catch, moving on to the button of his pants.
Gio seems just as frantic as he slides his hands up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress around my hips as he finds my panties.
And rather than pulling them down, he shreds the lacy fabric from my body.
I gasp, my eyes flying wide as my clit pulses, and a lusty moan escapes me when he drags the tattered fabric between my slick folds, stripping the ruined lingerie off me.
Then his hands are moving to the neckline of my deep V dress, his fingers curling around the fabric and pulling it down to release my breast, even as his lips devour me relentlessly.
I arch into his palm, my nipple twinging deliciously as he rolls it between his finger and thumb.
But I’m already too worked up to need any more stimulation to turn me on.
Reaching into his pants and boxer briefs, I pull out his raging hard-on, stroking his impressive length as I shift my hips to align us.
Gio groans, the sound turning my blood molten as his silken tip parts my slick folds.
Then, with one powerful thrust, he’s inside me.
I gasp, my walls clenching around him at the sudden intrusion, and a wave of intoxicating pleasure melts my bones.
“Stephanie,” Gio growls, his voice raw, possessive.
It’s like the floodgates have opened, and now that he’s said my name, he can’t stop. I don’t want him to.
The way Gio says it makes my pulse pound and my body throb—it’s the only thing I ever want to hear.
His hands find my hips and pull me right to the edge of the counter so he can take me deeper.
I wrap my legs around his hips, locking my feet behind him as I brace against the counter with one hand and grip the back of his neck with the other.
He pounds into me, our sex passionate and desperate.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I recognize the fact that anyone could walk into Blossoms and see us at any moment.
But I couldn’t care less.
I’m so swept up in the heat of our reunion, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t notice if the ceiling came crashing down around us.
“Oh God, Gio,” I whimper, and he brings our lips together in a gritty, erotic kiss.
It feelsso good.
Every nerve ending is on fire, my skin electric, and when he leans into me, the soft fabric of his shirt brushes against my exposed breast.
