Page 57 of Catching His Runaway

She’s moving with purpose, leading me through the empty halls. Not giving me much to work with when it comes to what’s happening in her head, I imagine she heard plenty while I was talking with her brother.

If she looks happy, that’s good, isn’t it?

Once we finally return, I realize quickly that yes, it’s a good thing, especially when she’s grabbing my shirt once the door shuts behind us and pulls me down for a kiss.

It’s not slow and sleepy, but more intense and full of energy. Like she’s suddenly full of vigor, her hands keep moving like she can’t stay still. I don’t complain, not when her nails drag along my throat to cup the back of my head.

Having her here feels right. There’s no other place I’d want her to be. Pressed against my chest, molding her front against mine, we both sigh together. Reaching down, I scoop her up with ease.

As her ankles cross at my hips, her breath tickles my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re the last thing in this world that can.” Knowing I can go on and on about having her in my arms and how good it feels, I choose to carry her over to the bed instead. Instead of dropping her, I ease her down with my body on top of hers.

Itching to get my mouth on more than just her lips, I’m caught off guard by just how beautiful this woman can look when her eyes are swelling up with more than just happiness.

“How much did you hear?” I ask her softly, aching to know which parts moved her to this point.

“Plenty enough.” Closing her eyes, her smile remains. “You really love me? Or were you just telling Santino in hopes he’d agree?”

My chest rumbles and I shake my head. “I’d never lie to him to get something in return.” Leaning down, my mouth finds her throat, and I place kisses up to her ear. “Is it that hard to believe that you’ve got me wrapped around your finger?”

Her hands stroke at my back, dragging along the length of my spine. “Do you really?”

Scoffing, I lift and meet her gaze. “Valeria. You’re going to make me spell it out, aren’t you? I love you. I’ll say it until I’m lightheaded, if that’s what you need from me.”

“I might take you up on that another time, but for now…” She sits up on her elbows so she can eliminate the space between us. “Show me.”

I have no problem with that.

This woman has my heart, and if I’ve got to prove it by appreciating her body, then I’ll do it.

When I pull away, the first thing I do is make her shirt disappear. I don’t let her breasts distract me at first, despite the way my mouth waters the moment I see her rosy nipples peaking up. Instead, my palms meet her skin below her ribs.

The last time, did I even take my time to appreciate her beauty? This time around, I want to make sure I do.

She lets out a soft laugh as I drag my fingers up. Almost like she’s ticklish. While I might not want to make her giggle to extinguish the heat in her gaze, I’ll make sure to test her limits another time.

Valeria is so warm, so soft against my hands. When I reach her breasts, I make her groan when I skip over them. Instead of letting me move higher, she grabs my hands and presses my palms against her round mounds.

“So impatient,” I mumble as I give them both a squeeze. Knowing I enjoy the way she feels, I lean down and press a kiss between them.

Despite her disapproval, I don’t linger. My hands remain, but my lips trace the curve of her stomach.

Soon, I have to pull my touch away to get rid of my own shirt. Needing to feel her skin against mine, my cock firms up when I see the hunger growing in her gaze.

She looks likesheis the one who wants to devourme.

I’m willing to prove to her that I’m fucking starving.

Lapping at her stomach and making her body flinch, I kiss my way down to her shorts. Peeling them away next, I’m happy to see her without underwear. Like she’s wanted me to have easy access to her pussy, I don’t waste time before I’m kissing her glistening folds.

Fuck.

Just the sight of her—glossy and flushed, already trembling for me—makes my chest tighten.

I let my tongue drag through her, one long, filthy stroke that has her hips jerking off the bed. She tastes like salt and sin, like everything I’ve ever craved, and I groan against her, drinking her in. Every flick of my tongue, every suck at her clit is a worship, a devotion. I want her to feel it—how badly I need this, how fucking good she is for me.

Her thighs clamp around my ears, her moans turning ragged, and I don’t let up. Not until she’s shaking, not until her voice breaks around my name.

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