It would be a lie to say I didn’t miss America, Jill, my aunt, my cousin. But Carlo had become such a part of me that sometimes I wondered how I ever lived without him. This tough, selfish, dangerous man was my soulmate.
I was so lost in thought I didn’t hear the shower door open. A warm hand pressed gently to my belly, and I jumped.
Carlo’s low, familiar voice whispered in my ear, “Shh, baby. It’s me.”
He kissed the side of my head. I reached back and touched his neck, grumbling through a shaky breath, “You scared me!”
“No one touches you while I’m alive,” he murmured. “You never need to be scared.”
He bit down lightly on my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin, making me shiver. Then his hands moved to my breasts, cupping them firmly, his touch chasing away the last bit of irritation.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be back early?” I panted.
His lips brushed my ear. “I didn’t want to ruin my surprise.”
“What surprise?”
“Surprise sex,” he replied, the smirk clear in his tone. “Figured it was missing from our list.”
While he kneaded my breast, his other hand slipped lower, sliding his index finger into my wet heat. He rubbed me slowly, setting every nerve on fire. Four days apart, and my treacherous pregnancy hormones did the rest.
In less than a minute, I came hard, my moans echoing off the tile. Carlo held me tight, his arms wrapped around me as the trembling faded. “That was fast. I wasn’t expecting it.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He lifted me off the ground, gripping my hips as our kiss turned hungry, desperate.
“Hi,” I whispered after I kissed the tip of his nose.
He smiled, kissed my breast tenderly, and replied, “Hi, baby.”
Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he pressed a wet, lingering kiss to my skin. “God, I missed you.”
Without hesitation, he lifted me higher, positioning himself at my entrance. I gasped as his thick length stretched me, filling me completely.
“That’s it. Sigh for me... moan for me,” he growled, his voice rough and hungry.
His pace quickened. Each thrust grew stronger, deeper.
“Scream, baby. Scream for me.”
“Oh, Carlo, oh my God, yes!” I cried, drowning in sensation.
“You like that?” he rasped.
“Harder,” I begged, breathless. “Please, harder.”
The sound of his body slamming into mine echoed through the steam-filled bathroom, blending with my cries. I pulled back enough to glance down, my gaze trailing over him before settling where our bodies were joined. One of my favorite things in the world was watching him move inside me, watching the intensity, the rawness, the way he took me.
It must’ve had the same impact on him, because he didn’t last long either. With a final, punishing thrust, he gripped me tightly, his breath ragged against my neck as he came deep inside me. By the time we stepped out of the shower, I already knew he wasn’t done with me yet.
He laid a towel on the floor, then lowered me gently onto it, kneeling between my legs. His hands traced a slow path down my thighs as he spread them, slipping a finger inside me. When he pulled it out, he stared at the slick on his fingertip. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes.
That smug, victorious smile of his made my heart flutter. I smiled back, reaching for him. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss, and didn’t stop until he’d kissed every inch of my skin.
***
I dried my hair and slipped into a simple black robe. After all, we were planning to have sex all night. Carlo, wearing nothing but his boxers, was perched on the edge of the bed, his iPad balanced on his thighs as he worked.
I spritzed on a little of the perfume he liked and walked over. Quietly, I climbed onto the bed and settled behind him. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I rested my head on him and peeked at the screen over his shoulder. He was typing out an email.
