“Vincent Deluca.”
She slapped a hand over her mouth in shock. “Oh, my God. Are you sure?”
“I felt uneasy when we left the restaurant,” I confessed. “And usually, my instincts are never wrong.”
A shaky breath left her lips. “He’s the brother of the guy who killed Elijah, right? He’s part of the mafia?” I nodded in reply and she clutched her stomach. “Why would he be here in Charlotte?”
There was a hint of fear in her eyes, but she didn’t seem scared for herself. It was as if she was worried about what I would do. Vengeance was a huge thing in my world. My job was to kill Vincent; he was my target. But it was more than that now. I wanted him dead because his brother killed mine. And now that I killed his brother, his motive to come after me was revenge.
It was a ruthless cycle.
I closed the distance between us and pulled Ayla into my arms. “I don’t know if it was definitely him,” I said, hoping to ease her worry. “I have some people looking into it.”
There was nothing I could do about Vincent at the moment. All I wanted was to keep Ayla safe and that was what I planned to do.
“What if he’s here?” Ayla questioned, her eyes searching mine. “What are you going to do?”
I pressed a finger to her lips. “Let’s not worry about that right now. What I want is you in my arms, knowing that you’re safe.”
She lifted her hands to my face and kissed my fingers before I moved them away.
“I always feel safe with you,” she murmured. “It’s one of the things I love about being around you.”
“What else do you like about me?” I asked her. I needed her to help me get my mind off Deluca.
She rubbed her body against mine and my dick hardened. Her eyes sparkled mischievously when I pushed it into her. Ayla bit her lip and smiled. “I can think of a few things.” She took off her clothes except for her lacy black bra and underwear and backed up toward the bed. “Care to join me?”
I climbed onto the bed with her, and she pushed me down on my back. Entwining my hands behind my neck, I laid back on my pillows and she straddled me. I wanted to feel every inch of her, inside and out; to see her back arch, pushing her breasts higher as I fucked her with my fingers. I’d never felt another woman’s body as perfect as hers.
“I think I like this,” I said, fingering the strap of her bra. “Gotmore like it?”
With a smirk, she slowly slid her hand down my stomach and unbuttoned my pants. I kicked them off and slid out of my T-shirt, as well. My cock was so hard, it fucking hurt. She reached into my boxers, wrapping her hand around me; I thought I would go insane. “You’ll just have to find out,” she uttered breathlessly.
“Gladly.”
She licked her lips and I knew what she was planning to do the moment she slid my boxers down my legs, and oh God, I wanted to feel her mouth on me, sucking me as hard as she could. But I wanted to be inside of her more than that.
She shrieked as I flipped us over and ripped off her underwear and unclasped her bra, taking it off as fast as I could. I bent down to suck on her perfectly taut nipples, one after the other, the tips getting larger the more I teased them. Moaning, Ayla spread her legs wide and pushed her hips up against mine. I intentionally kept my cock as far back as possible so I could tease her.
“Please,” she begged, trying to move down in search of the friction she desired. When I pressed my weight into her and bit her bottom lip, she opened her closed eyes and gasped.
“Uh-uh, not yet,” I murmured. I trailed mytongue down her stomach, stopping between her legs. Right there in the middle was the sweetest taste of all, the one thing I craved. So wet and swollen.
I groaned in anticipation because I knew the first taste would be the best. Sealing my lips around her clit, I felt her body tighten. She moved her hips against my face as I moved down a little farther and fucked her with my tongue, burrowing as deep as I could.
“Declan, please,” she begged. “I need you.”
Ignoring her request, I pushed a finger inside of her, flicking my tongue on her clit. The wetter she got, the more I wanted. Spreading her legs wider, I sat up and rubbed my cock around the wetness of her opening, and without warning, entered her.
Gasping, she screamed out a pleasured cry and wrapped her legs around my waist. Reaching for me, she pulled me down. I took her face in my hands, and she gazed back at me with hooded eyes and lifted her mouth to kiss me. I opened her lips farther with my tongue, tasting her . . . claiming her. She was mine.
Moaning in my ear, she dug her nails into my back and her body clenched so tight around my dick, I was close to exploding. The tighter she got, the harder it was to keep going. Her moans grew louder,and as soon as she let go, I pumped into her hard, filling her up deep inside. It was unreal how much I craved Ayla’s touch. I spent years without knowing what love felt like and now I couldn’t get enough. Every morning, I woke up with a smile on my face, eager to see her again. Her laughter was like music to my ears, and I craved her touch more than anything else. I’d never felt more alive than I did in her presence.
“I love you,” I murmured against her lips.
She smiled, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “I love you, too. I’ve been wanting to say it this whole trip.”
I brushed the hair away from her face. “Same. And just so you know, I’ve never said those words to any other woman before.”
