Page 38 of Saving His Sunshine

We’re a mess of eager hands and lips as we strip each other, touching and tasting as each piece of clothing falls around us. My head falls back in surrender, a sob breaking from my lips as he slips his hand between my thighs, his eyes locked on my face.

“So wet,” he breathes, watching every flicker of emotion cross my face as he plays with me, driving me right to the brink with those skillful, wicked fingers.

I do the same to him, wrapping one hand around his erection. I pump in time to the way he thrusts his fingers inside of me, trying to drive him as crazy as he makes me. He groans my name, bucking his hips into my hand, telling me how good my hand feels.

“Alessandro, I…I…”

He doesn’t let me go over. Instead, he lays me back on the cool surface of the worktable, his powerful body covering mine.

"I love you, Heidi," he breathes, his dark eyes burning into me. "I'll love you forever."

Then he's pushing inside me, stretching and filling me so perfectly I can’t breathe.

I cry out, arching up to meet every deep thrust. He sets an almost punishing pace, like he can't get close enough, can't get deep enough. His hands run over my body, touching everywhere he can reach. His mouth is everywhere, too, kissing, biting, and sucking.

I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his tattooed skin as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo.

“Tell me if it's too much, Sunshine,” he rasps against my lips, but I can only shake my head, gasping for breath as the pleasure spirals higher and higher.

He grabs my thighs, hitching them up over his hips. The new angle makes me cry out, my body trembling beneath him.

"Shit," he growls, pounding into me with a grunt. "So damn tight."

"Alessandro," I moan, lost in the sensations threatening to overtake me. His name, his touch, his scent—it’s all tangled up in my mind, branding him into my soul.

He keeps on, every movement of his body a promise, a pledge. His eyes never leave mine, keeping me locked to him even as the world blurs at the edges. I feel every inch of him, every thrust stealing my breath.

He hits that magic spot inside me again and again.

"Alessandro!" I cry out, my body tensing as waves of pleasure rip through me.

“That's it, Sunshine,” he murmurs, his voice full of adoration. "Shatter for me."

I do. I shatter into a million jagged pieces for him, crying out his name, writhing, sobbing.

“Heidi,” he groans my name like a prayer, burying his face in my neck as he pulses inside me, following me over the edge. “Heidi.”

We stay locked together, hearts pounding, riding out the waves of bliss…so tangled up in each other that I’m no longer sure where I end and he begins. And I’ve never felt more cherished or safer.

"Thank you for today," I murmur later that evening, tilting my head back to look at him as we snuggle together in his bed. After we made love in the bakery, he drove me back here, and we did it all over again. We’ve been lost in each other all day. "For fixing the bakery, for loving me, for everything."

He presses a gentle kiss to my temple. "I already told you that you never have to thank me, angel."

"Well, I'm going to say it anyway," I inform him with a cheeky smile.

"So fucking sweet." His gruff tone makes my smile grow. So does the way he cuddles me even closer, as if he wants to fuse our bodies together.

"Did you talk to Dillon this morning?" I finally ask when the silence stretches between us. “Leia said you left to handle some things this morning.”

He hesitates for a long moment before sighing. "I talked to Dillon,” he says. “I also talked to Aaron Sims."

"Oh." I exhale a shuddering breath. Part of me is relieved that he's not keeping things from me, but hearing that name still makes me tense.

"He didn’t break into the bakery, Sunshine." Alessandro runs a soothing hand down my back as he delivers the news.

“Oh. Do you...do you know who did?" I whisper, almost afraid to hear the answer.

He pauses again. "We have an idea," he finally says, his tone cautious, careful.

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