“You have to know by now you are.” He smiles, and I can feel my heart squeeze and rearrange itself inside my chest.
Everything comes floating back. Ordering dinner. The security. Adding my thumbprint to the lock on his penthouse. The all-night spooning. The make-out sessions.
I’m special to him, and he doesn’t want to rush. Heat swirls between my legs and sends the butterflies in my stomach fluttering. We are so done waiting. I want this man more than my next breath. For so long, he’s been showing me how he feels. Time for me to show him.
“Nico?”
“Yes,gattina?”
“I need you to take me home and fuck me. Now.”
thirty-four
Nico
SavannahandItumbleinto my apartment, our mouths connected and hands roaming.
I slam her against the wall and kiss her harder, deeper. Fucking her mouth like I plan to ruin her with my cock. I’ve been hard ever since she demanded I take her home and fuck her.
“More,” Savannah whimpers between kisses.
I grip her thigh, lifting it around my hip. She grinds her hot pussy over my cock and digs her nails into the tops of my shoulders. Restraint I didn’t know I had has kept me from devouring her until this point, but it’s about to be thrown out the window.
I’m on the verge of snapping.
“Not here,” I grunt, kissing her chin.
Gripping the backs of her legs, I lift her up and carry her to my bedroom. I barely register the clunk of her heels hitting the ground as I bypass the bed and head straight for the open floor-to-ceiling windows and place Savannah on her bare feet before them.
The light of the city and the moon create a halo effect of light around her head and makes her eyes glitter. My angel. My salvation. My everything.
My heart rages in my chest, and an almost feral feeling washes over me. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I do Savannah. But beneath the lust and hunger burning through me lies anger. The run-in with my ex-best friend has me a little fucked up.
“Are you okay?” Savannah’s amber eyes are full of worry.
“I’m a lot of things right now,” I admit, clenching my fists.
“Like what?” She tilts her head to the side, trying to read my thoughts. There’s no need; I’m an open book. For her.
“I’m excited you’re here with me. I’m happy you want me as badly as I want you. I’m angry about what transpired earlier.” I take a deep breath, expelling the residual anger that flows through me, and focus on the woman in front of me. “But mostly, I’m so fucking hard for you. I wanted tonight to be special, but I’m feeling a little out of control right now.”
“Oh.” The worry in Savannah’s eyes is replaced with what can only be described as desire. “So, hearts and flowers?”
I step forward and cup her face in my palms, breathing in her sweet, citrusy scent. “You deserve hearts and flowers.”
Her amber eyes sparkle as she says, “What I deserve is to be properly fucked by a man who thinks I’m special and who I think is pretty damn special too.”
Something a lot like love wraps itself around the organs inside my chest. I’ve been falling for Savannah since the moment I saw her, but to hear her call me special is something else. She knows me. The real me. I’m not just a rich baseball player to her.
“Is that so?” I tilt her chin up and lick her bottom lip. She tastes of champagne and her own unique flavor that drives me wild.
“Yes.” Savannah slips her hands under my jacket and pushes it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She moves her fingers to the buttons on my shirt, slowly undoing each one until it fallsopen, then runs her hands over my stomach. My muscles contract under her heated touch, and my pants get tighter.
“Guess you’re with the right man,gattina. ’Cause I’m about to spread you open and devour you.” I toe off my shoes and watch the orange in her irises glimmer in the pale moonlight.
“Prove it, baseball boy. Have your wicked way with me.”
This fucking woman.
