Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 59304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“It’s fine,” she murmurs.
“No, it’s not,” I snarl. “I know how close you are.”
I reach forward and slip two fingers into her pussy. As I pleasure her soaked hole, I push my thumb against her clit, moving it in circles. It doesn’t take much. She’s already so damn near a third eruption.
She grabs my wrist with both of her hands, guiding me to the perfect spot, and then she melts for me. Juices flow out of her slit, drenching my hand. She falls back, gasping. We sit like this for a few moments.
“Do you think anybody heard us?” she asks.
“Nothing could make me regret this,” I tell her.
She smiles. “Me neither.”
“Yeah?”
“I like this here and now thing. Makes everything simpler. I don’t have to worry about tomorrow. About what happens after this trip. My job. Or anything. Just us. Whatever ‘us’ means.”
“It means fucking in the sand,” I say with a smirk. “It means making me addicted to your body. Goddamn, that was heaven.”
“I’m going to say something that might stroke your already inflated ego,” she murmurs.
I place my hand on my chest. “My ego.”
She laughs as she grabs her shorts and pulls them on, fixes her bra, then looks around for her shirt. I grab my shorts and briefs and pull them on.
“I’m waiting…” I say.
“That was…”
“It was the best sex I ever had,” I tell her. “So, if that’s where you’re going–hey, I shot first.”
“It was,” she says. “Was it really for you too?”
“Hands down. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Just looking at you.”
She wriggles into her shirt. “You are?”
I grab her wrist, guiding her hand to my crotch. She bites down, moaning, stroking up and down my pole for a few moments before taking a step back like she doesn’t trust herself.
“When I said you’re big, I wasn’t kidding. I need a little rest.”
I wrap my arm around her. “Then let’s go, angel. Let’s rest. In my room.”
“You want me to stay with you?”
“Until this is over, I’m not letting you out of my sight… if you’ll have me.”
“Have you?” She mutters.
“Here. Now. Tonight.”
She squeezes me. “Okay–yeah.”
CHAPTER 31
SIENA
Ilie in his arms, in his bed, my cheek resting against his chest as I listen to his heartbeat. We’ve been lying like this for almost an hour. I’m not sure if he’s asleep, but I don’t want to drift off, not yet. I want to savor this feeling of peace, of not worrying about the future.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks softly.
I smile, wriggling closer to him. My body aches contentedly, sore but pleasant.
“That running away from you is getting harder every single time we see each other.”
“I solved that problem the day we met, Siena. I never started running.”
“You did–toward me.” I prod him playfully in the chest. “Like an eager dog.”
“I’m taking that as a compliment,” he says. “It shows that when I want something, I don’t quit.”
“You got what you wanted,” I murmur.
“Are you going to start that hookup talk again?”
“Well–what else would it be?” I demand. “A life?”
“That depends on if you could stomach being with Mr. Mafia.”
“You don’t like that nickname, do you?”
“That’s not what I am. I play that role because I have to, because if I didn’t, someone else might come along, someone worse, and use it to do sick things. But it’s not who I am.”
“What do you want from life? Do you think about the future?”
“I’m a little older than you. I should think about it.”
I nudge him playfully again. “Are you? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Ha ha,” he says sarcastically. “I’m thirty-seven, angel.”
“And I’m twenty-three. Now, are we done stating pointless facts?”
“It wouldn’t be pointless to some.”
“It is to me,” I tell him. “But fine, let’s say it’s an age thing or just a you thing, but do you ever think about life? Your future. Stuff like that.”
“Honestly? Before you, no.” His voice grows gruffer, as if he’s putting up a defensive shield. “If a future, a life, was ever going to be a thing for me, it’d be through some arranged mafia alliance. Some political connection. I’ve always hated that idea.”
“Someone else choosing for you would be weird,” I agree.
“So I just blocked it out. But when I climbed into your boat, I wasn’t the mafia prince anymore. There wasn’t all this bullshit weighing me down. I was just a man making you laugh.”
“And then… you thought about it? The future?”
“I’m not some old-school mafioso who’s going to claim you after a few days, Siena. I will not chart our course here and now. But yeah, I’ve thought about it. A house. Kids. A future. I can see that one day.”
I kiss his chest.
“What was that for?” he asks.
“For being honest,” I murmur.
“Do you ever want kids?”
“Yes,” I answer, maybe too eagerly. “I’ve never had any doubt there. As for when and who with… I’ve never given it much thought.”