“I need you, Piper… I need you so fucking bad.”
No. I should tell him no. But what woman can resist a man desperate for her, aching for her? Not me. Not a woman who desperately needs to feel desired and loved.
His hands slide under my shirt, the warmth of them making me sigh. A rush of desire I haven’t felt in years ignites a fire.
“Tell me you feel it… you need it too.” His hoarse voice reverberates against my neck.
“Yes.” I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm giving in to Elio. After all these years, after all the pain and heartache, I'm letting him pull me back into his arms.
Elio lifts me off the ground, carrying me upstairs. I feel like I’m in a romance novel. I know it’s wrong. I know it can’t last. But for once, I want tender kisses and passion.
He stops at a guest room but then continues down the hall until he finds the primary room. A part of me feels like I shouldn’t be taking him to my and Gabriel’s bed, but when he looks at me with naked desire and something more… love? I simply surrender.
Our hands are desperate as we remove clothing and then fall onto the bed. Our bodies tangle together. My hands roam over his body, noting the slight differences. There are more muscles. He’s broader. He’s a full-grown man, not the teenage boy I’d once known.
He moves on top of me, his lips trailing down my neck, and I can't help but moan at the sensation.
“I love the noises you make,” he says. His comment reminds me that he liked to talk during sex. That for him, the act was more than simple pleasure.
He kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth with hunger. It's like he's trying to devour me, to consume every last piece of me. I arch toward him as he kisses me deeper.
“Let me rediscover you, Piper.” He moves lower, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my throat before moving down. He licks a nipple before sucking it.
“Oh!” I gasp and arch again as a shock of pleasure jolts through me.
He moves to my other breast, taking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it. My body trembles with growing desire.
He kisses a trail down my stomach, his fingers tracing the curves of my body, moving lower still until he reaches the apex of my thighs. My pussy clenches in anticipation. He kisses me there, his tongue tracing the folds.
“Oh… God…” My fingers thread through his thick, dark hair, holding him to me as pleasure ratchets up and up.
“Come, Piper,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. “Let me taste you.” His tongue is on me again, licking, sucking, thrusting. It doesn’t take long. My body tightens and then shudders as the sweetest orgasm floods through me. He continues to lick and suck until I’m writhing and another orgasm moves through me.
“Elio.” I gasp and tug at him, needing a reprieve.
His lips slide back up my body until they capture my mouth in a firm kiss. I can taste myself on his lips.
“Do you feel how much I want you?” His breathing is ragged as his dick presses against my belly.
I open my legs, needing to feel him inside me more than I need my next breath.
His lips cover mine again as he thrusts inside me, deep and powerful. I wrap my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders, and hold him to me. The feeling is more than a physical pleasure. It’s like I’m being made whole again, and I want to savor it for as long as I can.
He rocks against me. “So tight, baby… so good. Do you feel it?”
I do. Of course I do. He’s thick and full, each movement sending delicious sensations through me. He dips his head, sucking my nipple as he moves in and out. Every nerve in my body is firing from the onslaught of his touch, his taste, his body consuming mine. I give myself over to it, moving with him as need coils tighter and tighter.
“Fuck… I’m close… Piper…” His hand slides between us, rubs over my clit.
I cry out, my body trembling as another powerful orgasm slams into me.
“Yes… Fuck…” He groans, his movements becoming more frenzied, harder, faster until he yells out again, his body bucking with his own release, warmth filling me.
He collapses on me, and even then his dick is pulsing, my pussy squeezing, until finally, our bodies, our hearts, our breaths calm.
He rolls off me but tugs me close, his arms around me as he kisses my temple. The gesture is so sweet that tears come to my eyes. This is wrong, but I’m not ready to let it go just yet. So I lie, my body tangled with his, savoring this feeling of being cherished.
But it isn’t long before guilt rises. I’ve betrayed Gabriel. I can’t believe it. I’m not the sort of woman who cheats. Not on someone she loves. Okay, so the love I had for Gabriel left years ago. But it doesn’t change that I made a vow. A vow he doesn’t keep, but that doesn’t excuse me.