Page 59 of My Casanova

“So do you,” I breathed. My voice was shaky as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable height.

His thrusts grew more urgent and more desperate. The passion between us surged to new levels. I could feel the tight coil in my belly winding tighter, and the pressure mounted as I clung to him. My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer.

“Get there, angel,” he growled as his lips brushed against my ear.

Oh, I was there.

My body arched into his as my orgasm crashed over me and a sharp cry escaped my lips. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. Smoke followed right behind. His groan rumbled deep in his chest as he buried himself in me, and his release shuddered through both of us.

We stayed like that for a long moment. Our bodies tangled, and our ragged breaths mingled.

Slowly, he lifted his head, and his lips brushed over my forehead before meeting my gaze.

“Wow.”

Smoke chuckled. “You always say that, angel.”

“That’s because whenever we are together, it is wow,” I laughed. “There isn’t another word for it.”

He pressed a kiss to my temple and pulled the covers over us. “I guess wow works for me.”

I cradled his cheek and trailed my fingers down. “Not everyone can be a Casanova like you,” I teased.

He rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to my lips. “That’s just being nice, angel. You’re going to have to get used to that. I plan on being nice to you, and only you, for the rest of my life.”

“Well, well,” I sighed. “I think I can handle that. My Casanova.”

“Only yours.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Smoke

“I gotta take this call, angel.”

Dani shooed me with her hand. “Go, go. I don’t even know why you’re staying all day.”

“You know the answer to that,” I drawled.

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think B&G are interested in my wine shop.” I stepped out the back door of Cheese and Wine Me as I connected the call and put the phone to my ear.

“Yo,” I called into the phone.

“You all good?” Yarder asked.

I ran my fingers through my hair and scanned up and down the back alleyway. “I’m all good here.”

Yarder grunted. “Good.”

“What is going on?” I asked.

“Fucking Stretch. Can’t find him anywhere, and he left his phone in his room.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

I was the only one who was good for leaving the clubhouse with the camera crew there. We all knew that anyone connected to the Iron Fiends was a target of Boone and Gibbs, so I was stuck to Dani’s side until we got them.

“He is fucking gone,” Yarder growled. “I didn’t see him yesterday, and from what I can figure, no one else did either. We all just assumed he was sulking in his bedroom.” A loud thud echoed through the phone like something heavy had been thrown against a wall. “Now his fucking room is empty.”

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