Page 63 of Perfect Match
“I like the sound of that.” While going out for dinner is nice, staying in is much more enticing. Takeout on the sofa followed by a movie while snuggled against Gio’s chest is my favorite way to relax.
Wrapping my arms around Gio, I bury my nose in his chest and breathe in. The cologne I gave him for his last birthday clings to the fabric of his shirt, and against his warm skin it’s even more delicious than whatever is in our oven.
Gio tips my chin up to look at him. “Leo has cooked for us, and you heard him, you’ve only got twenty minutes if you want to jump in the shower quickly.” He places a light kiss on my forehead, and his voice lacks conviction when he adds, “I don’t want to have to tell him I fucked up the dinner he prepared by not following his instructions.”
My mouth waters and it’s clear that it’s not the food I’m craving.
“Okay, okay. But what should I wear?” I tap a finger to my cheek, “Something sexy? Casual? Or … maybe nothing at all?”
Gio’s hand slides beneath the waistband of my Lycra leggings to cup my bare butt cheek and his heated touch is like a branding iron marking me as his. “Have I mentioned how much I love your dirty mind?” he asks.
“Only a few hundred times,” I tease as my fingers thread through the hair on the back of his head, from where it curls against the collar of his shirt all the way up to the crown. “And it’s almost as many times as I’ve told you how much I love your wandering hands.” I pull his head down to claim his mouth in a deep passionate kiss that leaves us both gasping for air.
“You and me in the shower now,” he growls then spins me around with a tap on the butt and a single word demand, “Go.”
I don’t need to be told twice before I’m racing off down the hallway, my jumper, T-shirt, and bra ripped off one by one and falling behind me to the hardwood floor, as are his tie, white business shirt, and belt. My striptease only slows when I stop at the bed to take off my shoes and the remaining clothes. Thoughts of making my moves seductive have been replaced by a desperate need to have him touching my bare skin, filling me with his hard cock, and making me beg for release as only Gio can. Every one of those twenty minutes we have on the clock will not be wasted.
We reach the shower at the same time, naked. And the water has barely had a chance to warm before he’s tugging me under it and pressing my back to the cold white-marble tiles on the wall.
“Up,” he orders, and I spring immediately into his muscled arms, my legs pinning me to his waist as he hoists me higher.
When he gets all bossy and alpha male like this, I’m putty in his hands. Everything in this moment is about feeding a shared need that’s so innate in us. A fundamental part of the bond thathas existed between Gio and me from that first moment our gazes connected across the tables at his cousin’s pizzeria.
His blue-gray eyes smolder as he positions the tip of his cock at my entrance. My pussy weeps for him, and in one breath, he thrusts his hips up and pushes into me, while his hands on my hips pull me down onto him.
The sudden coming together stretches my inner walls in the most exquisite way around his cock and has me gasping out his name.
He groans, and it’s a low tortured sound. “Fuck, bella, I’m about ready to explode.” His words are labored as I grind my body more firmly against his.
The warm water continues to cascade over us, making our skin as slippery as satin as we rub against each other. We slide slowly up and down with the seductive rhythm of a tango, my breasts squished against his chest and my nipples achingly hard.
A shuddering breath escapes my lungs. “Me too. Oh my God, me too. Please touch me,” I plead, my eyes still glued to his. I know he sees me all the way to the depths of my soul, like no one else ever has, not even Charli.
His thumb presses firmly against my clit, and my head drops back against the tiles. And when his mouth ravishes the exposed column of my neck, I release a moan that reverberates around the steamy space like a ship on a foggy night being guided home.
He jerks his hips faster, more determinedly, and I’m literally bouncing up and down on his shaft, my nails digging deeper into his shoulders as I absorb every thrust.
“Fuck, Gio, more,” I beg, and he rubs his thumb in circles over my nub. His body is demanding my release and I respond, my pussy tightening around him.
And then I’m flying—a fourth of July display of fireworks going off behind my closed eyelids as my head drops forward, and I bury my scream of release into his shoulder.
The spectacle of lights is still present when Gio jerks up hard into me once more and releases a long, deep roar that seems to come from a place that he’s never tapped in to before as thick streams of cum fill me.
An overwhelming sense of power squeezes my heart. This amazing, tough man just exposed everything to me, showing his vulnerability and love. And my love for Gio in this one singular moment is so full tears well and stream down my cheeks, mixing with the warm water.
Gio’s shoulders stiffen beneath my hands. “Bella, what’s wrong?” And when I look up, worry creases his brow.
“I love you so much—” I hiccup. “—it sometimes feels like it’s too much to hold in my heart. So, I have to let it … out.” The last word exits my mouth on a sob.
“I love you that much too ...” He looks like he was going to say more but stops, and I watch the Adam’s apple in his throat move up, then drop quickly back down. There’s something about tonight that feels different, like we’ve forged a deeper connection.
For a few moments, we just let the emotion in our eyes do the talking, until with a blink I remember. “Oh my God, has it been twenty minutes?”
“Fuck. Leo is going to kill me.” He unseats me to stand on my own wobbly legs, then after a quick kiss, he says, “You finish your shower while I save dinner.” And with that he disappears, grabbing a towel as he rushes from the en suite.
Soon after, my new Louboutin heels are tapping out a rapid beat along the polished parquet floor of the hallway. We might not be leaving the apartment but as Gio has gone to the trouble of asking Leo to prepare us a special meal, I’ve dressed like I was going out. The gold satin mini slip dress is simple in style but shimmers in the downlights. It’s what I’d planned on wearing but minus the matching gold lace underwear. Gio hashis surprises and I have mine. My makeup is light and as there wasn’t enough time to style my hair, I’ve tied it back in a sleek ponytail. A couple of gold bangles on my wrist are my only jewelry.
What I wasn’t expecting to see as I round the corner into the kitchen is my boyfriend’s naked rock-hard butt, and I know that it’s rock-hard because I like to take every opportunity to grab it. Though, I never realized how sexy it would look with the tied bow of the apron he’s wearing resting above it, especially when it’s the only thing breaking up the expanse of bare skin from the top of his strong shoulders down to his heels.
