My eyes rake over her body with open admiration, a smirk creeping onto my lips as desire builds low in my gut. My handsfind her waist again, and I pull her flush against me, her curves fitting perfectly into mine. A soft gasp escapes her. I lean close, so close that my lips graze her ear, my breath warm against her skin. My fingers trail down her smooth skin, starting from her knee, moving in a slow, tantalizing path upward.
"You look really good in my shirt," I whisper, my voice husky with restrained hunger. Her breath quickens, shallow and uneven, and I can feel the beat of her heart racing through her chest. She's burning in my arms. "You don't know what you do to me," I add, my voice low as I tilt her head back slightly, exposing her neck—soft, delicate, and so kissable.
"I know," Gianna replies, her voice suddenly bold, flipping the moment in her favor. Her hands move to the back of my neck, fingers light and teasing. She slowly drags them over the muscles of my back, then to my chest, tracing each contour, each ridge of my abs with slow and deliberate strokes. Her touch is fire, her smirk wicked, and knowing only fans the flames.
Then, just as my control starts to slip, she pushes off me, stepping back with a playful twinkle in her eyes.
"We can do this later," she says, with a chuckle that makes it almost impossible to be mad. "But right now, we've got to get to work."
CHAPTER 46
Gianna
Comingto Italy for our honeymoon is the best decision. My heart is full, and so is my stomach from all the sightseeing and the array of pasta I have tried. Finn and I head back to our hotel room, hand in hand and I want this moment to last forever.
He unlocks the door and I step in. It’s too dark. Why is it dark? I try to look for the switch, and suddenly the lights come on. I gasp, covering my mouth in surprise. Tears of joy swim in my eyes as I take in the beauty before me.
The room is glowing, bathed in a soft glow of light. String lights are draped across the ceiling beams, intertwined with fresh flowers. A trail of rose petals leads from the door to the bed, which is covered in soft, cream sheets and scattered with more petals. On the wall above the headboard, written in kraft paper with looping black ink, are hand painted words.
Rule 1: No overthinking
Rule 2: Laugh every day
Rule 3: Say ‘I love you’ like you mean it.
Rule 4: Kiss like it’s the first time
“Finn…” I whisper. I don’t know if there’s space for more joy, because I’m already full of it.
“I know it’s cheesy,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “But I just want you to know this is real. That our lives were back in New York. It’s different now. We can live like normal people, free people.” he scratches the back of his head again. “I know it’s a little bit ridiculous.”
I stop him. “It’s not ridiculous. It’s perfect.”
Finn looks almost shy, like he’s not sure I meant it. So I walk up to him, take his hands, and press them against my chest.
“You know me better than anyone ever has,” I whisper. “You see every version of me, and somehow you still want all of them.” His jaw tightens slightly, the way it does when he’s trying not to get emotional. He leans in closer, our forehead touching.
“I love you,” he says
“I love you too,” I whisper, breath catching. Finn closes the little distance between us and kisses me, slow, deep and full of promise. The kind of kiss that doesn’t need words. Just forever.
I wrap my hand around his neck as the kiss deepens. The only time we break apart is to take our clothes off. My back slowly brushes against the bed and the scent of the petals fill my nostril as Finn climbs on top of me.
“I want this moment to last forever,” he whispers and my heart races.
“There’s no rush, take your time.”
His lips come down to mine. This kiss is possessive and consuming, threatening to swallow me whole and spit me out a completely new person, and I kiss him back with everything in me, memorizing the feel and taste of him. This kiss digs itself deep within my bones and plants its roots in my bloodstream. The taste of myself coating his tongue floating between us only adds more fuel to my fire. He’s right. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him down so there’s no barrier between us. His groin presses into my stomach causing me to shift in hopes of feeling that friction somewhere else.
I flip our position, and sit on him. I revel in the feel of him stretching me and when our hips connect I take a moment to appreciate the full weight of him inside me. I can feel him in my stomach. I slowly lift my body so that I’m only sitting on the tip, settling forward so my breasts are in his face and then I slam back down and rotate my hips. His eyes roll in the back of his head on my second descent. “Gianna,” he drags out the word. “You feel fucking amazing.”
Up and down. Up and down. There are no words exchanged, only gracious moans and contented hums. His hands caress every inch of my skin. His touch is so gentle until I bite his lower lip. He stops his exploration and plants his hands against the dimples in my hips. I know then that my time of being in control is over, but I don’t mind. I want him to possess me. He thrusts his hips up to meet me, setting us on a new pace that is so wildly tantalizing I can barely breathe. That same feeling of dizziness takes over and all I can do is hold on and hope I survive the landing.
My toes curl so hard with my release that I’m afraid I’ll get a full-on cramp. My legs are still shaking when he flips me onto my back and enters me again. He lifts the leg that was cramping the hardest over his shoulder and kisses it. It’s hard to reconcile the sweetness of that action with the relentless way he’s fucking me.
“You with me, Gianna?”
“Yessss,” I cry out. I clench around him and I know I got him by the grunt he lets out and the way he hangs his head.
