He looked at me across the threshold, taking a pause to take in my appearance, wearing a black T-shirt that hugged his thick arms, the shade bringing out the color of his tattoos, ink that I’d never really looked at because I’d been so distracted by everything else.
The heat immediately burned between us, a wildfire that started with a single blade of grass before it engulfed an entire clearing. I could feel him pull me in with just his stare, like his soul was so intense it had its own magnetism.
He crossed the threshold and came toward me, eyes locked on mine the way they’d been across the patio at his family’s restaurant. The hunter had found its prey, and there was no escape.
His arm circled my lower back, and he gently tugged me into him, my soft stomach feeling his rock-hard core. I was barefoot, so he was over half a foot taller than me, his head dipping and his neck bending as he moved in to kiss me.
There was a moment when I could have pulled away, but I was swept up in the way he looked at me, in a way no other man had ever done before. Even on my best day with Enzo, he’d never had this kind of obsessed intensity.
Constantine kissed me, slow and purposeful, a gentle collision of soft lips and easy breaths. He slid his free hand into my hair, and he cradled my head as he continued to kiss me, kiss me like I had a place in his heart, not just his bed. The arm that hugged my back lowered, and he moved his big hand over my ass and squeezed a cheek through my jeans.
I loved it when he grabbed my ass like that. Like I was a piece of meat. Like I washispiece of meat.
He pulled away, his strong hands leaving my body and taking all the heat he brought with him. He stepped into the hallway and then wordlessly started to pick up boxes and bring them inside, placing them in the corner of the living room where there was space against the wall.
I walked into the hallway to help.
“I got it, sweetheart.”
“I want to help. You don’t have to do all this—”
“You’re my woman. Iwantto do this.”
He called me that again.His woman.I’d told him several times I needed time to gain perspective and closure on myself as well as my failed relationship, but I didn’t have the courage to tell him to stop. Because what if he never called me that again?
It was a hard line to walk. I didn’t want anything serious right now, but I didn’t want to lose him either. And I was utterly terrified by the information he’d shared—that he was basically the private security for the entire country.
“If you want to help, then get undressed and wait for me in bed.”
Bumps formed on my arms when I heard his order, the way he just told me what to do. I hated it and loved it.
When I didn’t move, he stopped his work and stared at me. “You heard what I said.”
His footsteps grew louder as he came down the hallway, and my heartbeat thumped stronger with every step he took. When he rounded the corner, he was already in the process of taking off his shirt. He ripped it off and tossed it aside, his chiseled hardness on display, the different cuts of muscle, the beautiful ink on his tanned skin.
He approached the bed as he worked his jeans in a hurry, his eyes staring right at the little black G-string thong I wore. He clenched his jaw and released an anxious breath as he got out of his boots and dropped his bottoms in one quick swoop. His fat dick was plump with blood. His knees hit the bed, and then he was on me, tugging off my thong and slipping two fingers inside me without giving me a chance to prepare for it. He thrust into me hard with those big fingers before he pulled out and coated my slickness all over the head of his dick. And there was so much of it, like my body turned into a honey factory the second he walked in the door.
He tugged on my hips, then hooked his arms behind my knees to force my hips back and my legs open. The head of his dick found my entrance like it had a mind of its own, and it pushed past the tightness of my entrance before it sank inside.
I moaned when I felt him invade me with his girth, fill me with more cock than he’d given me before, even though that literally wasn’t possible. The last time we’d been together had been in Taormina, and the harshness of my cold reality had made me lose all my desire. But now it was back, seeing his hard muscles flex every time he thrust, seeing the way he stared me down like I was his, feeling the way he kissed me in the doorway.
He brought himself to a stop, closing his eyes and releasing the deepest and sexiest moan he’d ever uttered. It was the first time I’d watched him edge himself, stop himself from filling me with all the come he wanted to give. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He adjusted himself, bringing his body a little closer to mine, making me draw a deep breath because it was just a little too much dick.
Then he fucked me hard, right into the bed, grunting and moaning like he was buried deep in velvet heaven. He’d never been a verbal lover in the past, but the sound of his pleasure escaped his lips every few seconds as if he simply couldn’t control it.
Witnessing and feeling how much he wanted me alone was enough to make me come. I palmed his chest as he kept my legs pinned back as far as my body could go, and the climax I released was like spewing lava from Mount Etna. “Yes ...” When I felt the tears prick my eyes, I was swept away in the waters of the Ionian Sea, brought back to blue coves and beautifully colored tile.
He could only hold off long enough for me to start my climax. He started to thrust harder, releasing a loud, monstrous moan before he started to fill me, dumping a mound of desire deep inside me, as far in as I could handle him.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He dipped his head and kissed me, kissed me the way he had in the doorway, a slow embrace packed with sheathed passion,his dick still hard inside me like that single shot from his cannon wasn’t enough to empty the barrel.
I cupped his cheek as I dug my fingers into his hair. “I missed you.” Our mouths worked together in perfect sync, falling right back into our old ways, our bodies knowing the rhythm of music only we could hear. “I fucking missed you.”
We lay in bed together until the light started to fade from the windows, the sunshine giving way to a dull blue. I’d only been in the apartment for a couple hours, but now it felt like home once it’d been christened by Constantine.
He didn’t say much, just looked at me, his fingers trailing over my hip and down my thigh, lightly feeling the curves of my body as if he’d forgotten the details in the two weeks we’d been emotionally apart.
I hadn’t forgotten how unbelievably good looking he was, but it’d been a while since I’d seen him in the flesh, and damn, he was perfect. His arms were thick as trees, his stomach was firm as a wall, and the ink on his flesh was both a warning and a depiction of artwork.
