Page 91 of This Thing of Ours

“When I said I’m fine, I meant I’mfine.” He accompanied that with an eyebrow wiggle.

Gabby laughed. “And what’s the new definition of fine,now?”

“Now, it means, we’re about to get naked, so I can fuck you on this countertop. Sorry, but two months is my limit for waiting to be inside you again.”

She felt a tingle hit her core. “You do remember my mother likes to pop over unexpectedly.”

Marco had moved into her place after coming home from the clinic because Doctor Greene hadn’t wanted him navigating stairs. She loved having him in her space and hoped he never planned to leave.

“I locked the door.”

She raised her brows. “You had this planned?”

“I’ve been fantasizing about this countertop for weeks. Every time you bend over to put something in or pull something out of the stove, my dick gets hard. And don’t get me started on what I want to do to you every morning when you reach for a coffee cup from the cabinet and your t-shirt rides up. By the way, I really like the black lace panties you wore the other day.”

“I’m wearing black again today. With white polka dots.” She pulled him close and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Maybe you’d like to play connect-the-dots.”

He ran a finger along the waistband of her jeans. “I’d rather play hide-the-snake.”

Gabby tipped her head back and laughed. And Marco took advantage, swooping in to kiss her neck, and he knew just the right spot that drove her wild.

His fingers found her waistband again, this time zeroing in on the button. He opened it with a flick and slid the zipper down. “Fuck. I can’t get you naked fast enough.”

She was antsy, too. “Let me stand up, it’ll be easier.”

“No. I’m not letting you off this counter. Raise your hips.”

She braced her hands on the counter and pushed up. With a little struggle, he got her jeans past her hips, nabbing her panties with them, then slid them down her legs.

She gasped as she sat back down, and laughed, “The tile’s cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.” He grabbed the hem of her top. “Raise your arms.”

She did, and he peeled her shirt off then made fast work of her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

Goose bumps lined her arms and her nipples puckered. “You planning on warming me up soon?”

“I don’t know. I kind of like the effect it has on these.” He cupped her breasts and dipped to capture one of her nipples in his mouth.

She grabbed at his shoulders, tipping back so he wouldn’t need to lean over too far. Counter sex maybe wasn’t the best choice for their first go after his surgery. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in bed?”

“If you’re still worrying, that means I’m not doing a good enough job distracting you.”

His fingers found her opening at the same time his mouth latched on to her other nipple. He sucked and pumped, and she was a goner, all thoughts flying from her head. Her head fell back farther and hit the cabinet door. It didn’t hurt, but it made a loud noise.

Marco raised his head. “You okay?”

“Yes, don’t stop!”

She heard his chuckle before it became muffled as his mouth took a detour up the line of her neck to the spot right behind her ear. “The things I want to do to you. As soon as I’m fully recovered, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars, but for now, I’m going to take it nice and slow. Drag it out until you’re begging me to make you come.”

Both ways sounded awesome, and she let him know that. “It’s always perfect. Fast or slow, just having you in my arms is heaven.”

He stopped all action, above and below, then took a step back to cradle her face and look her right in the eye. “Cara mia, you’re my whole world. I was blessed the day you came into it. Love you so fuckin’ much.”

He meant that. Looking into his eyes, she knew he meant every single word. Tears filled her eyes, one escaping to slide down her cheek.

His thumb swiped it away before it could get too far. “Hey, a Conti doesn’t cry, remember?”

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