Page 100 of Better Left Unsaid

He kissed me with every ounce of affection in him, our tongues a tangled-up mess. He groaned, and I moaned in response. Look at us, finally leaning into our feelings. Who knew we’d ever get to this point?

We tore our mouths apart (much to our dismay), and my mind kept wandering to that place that wondered how he knew. What brought him here? In between trying to catch my breath, I said, “Italy.”

Thankfully, he knew exactly what I was saying without saying it because he shook his head against my lips. His grip on my face as strong as ever. “Fuck Italy.”

But I had to pull back to really study his expression. I had to make sure this was what he wanted because more than anything, I didn’t want him to sacrifice any piece of his happiness for me. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Jeff’s getting me out of it. I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He stuffed a hand in his pocket and pulled out the pair of panties I’d tossed at him before we played chess. “I haven’t washed them.”Oh my goodness.He brought them to his nose and inhaled. “Smells like the woman I love.”

I licked my lips and let my gaze fall down to his pants. “Now I know why you wanted to know if Isabella was here.”

“I have to have you.”

“That can be arranged.”

He gave me a devilish grin. “I had a feeling you’d say that. You can’t deny it anymore. You can’t tell me you’re not wet. That you haven’t thought about what it’d be like to be with me when you finally told me you love me. Knowing that we both love each other.” He grunted. “Because I’ll tell you right here, right now, I have. So fucking much, and if I think about it too much, my cock gets frighteningly hard.”

“How hard?” I asked, loving how outspoken he was with me, and also majorly turned on knowing I made him hard or rather, the thought of me and us being a couple.

“Harder than it’s ever been,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling it down to feel his cock. “Do you feel that?”

I tightened my legs as I got aroused. I wanted to free him, to unzip his pants and free the bulldog. “Yes,” I choked out. “Do you want to know a secret?”

“Hmm?” he questioned, his eyes lust-filled and such a dark brown they may as well have been black with unreleased, raw desire.

I leaned in close and gave it a hard squeeze. Screw delicate. I was taking what I wanted in every sense of the word, and I wanted him. All of him. Every inch of him. “From now on, I’ll be referring to your cock as Bulldog,” I whispered in a low, sensual voice against the shell of his ear.

The sensation must have driven him wild with need because his jaw twitched. “I think I can live with that. Do you want to pet Bulldog?”

I shook my head and slanted my lips. “Maybe another time.”

He grabbed my wrist, tossed the panties on the couch, and undid his pants, pulling them down. “Watch me take him out,” he demanded.

My palms grew sweaty with anticipation. I’d never been fond of petting zoos, but this one in particular, I had a feeling I was going to love. Admission was closed, though, okay? This one was only open for me. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, pushing him.

He turned his head and walked back to my door, flipping the lock. “Had to make sure we don’t get any unexpected visitors. We’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime.”

I pursed my lips. “I agree, so get back here, and get on with it already,” I said, my hands out, fingers wiggling in anticipation of him closing the gap between us again.

He pulled down his boxers and unleashed Bulldog. It was a sight to behold, like it always was. Shucking them off, he stepped out of his pants and boxers. “Go ahead. Taste what it’s like to be loved by a real man.”

I raked my teeth over my bottom lip and then bit the corner of it. I looked up at him through hooded eyes as I brought my forefinger to a bead of his pre-arousal. Then I brought it to my mouth and delighted in the salty flavor. “Mmm,” I moaned. “Tastes like true love to me.”

An aggravated groan escaped him. “I can’t wait another second to be inside you. Strip for me.”

I sucked the rest of him off my finger and released it with a pop. “Sorry, had to make sure it was clean. You know how I feel about sticky fingers.”

He ran a hand against his length, tugging lightly. “While you get undressed, tell me something.” He grunted. “Do you feel empty without me inside you?”

I nodded. And I was almost completely naked at this point. What could I say? I had the best type of motivation to move fast. The only thing I had left was my panties. “I wish you could make a home inside me.”

“Oh, baby, when I push into you, it always feels like coming home.” His eyes flickered down to my panties and he clacked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He let go of Bulldog and wagged a finger in my face. “What did I say about going commando?”

I shrugged. “You weren’t around. I didn’t think we’d ever enjoy thebenefitsagain.”

“Wrong on multiple accounts.” He plucked a finger up, counting the ways. “I’m never leaving. I will always be around. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. And there’s nobenefitsabout this, do you understand? I’m not fucking you, Maria. Not anymore. No, we’re making love. From here on out, anytime my. . . Bulldog”—he smirked—“enters your pussy, we’re making love.”

I sprawled my hands on his chest. “So we’re becoming one?”

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