Page 66 of Faking the Shot
“I figured you’d be in here brooding,” she says with a grin, lifting the pizza slightly as if it’s her peace offering. “We can’t have that.”
It takes me longer than it should to respond. “Come in,” I say, stepping back to let her in.
She breezes past me into the living room like she owns the place. “I promise I won’t try to cook tonight,” she jokes, glancing over her shoulder with a wink.
I laugh despite myself, grabbing the pizza from her as we settle into the living room. She plops down on the couch, and I follow, the tension I didn’t even realize I was carrying melting away with her presence.
“You know what happens if you aren’t careful,” I tease, smirking at her. “This time, I might not let you use my cock to calm down.”
Her eyes widen slightly, her lips parting just enough for me to see the effect my words have on her. God, she’s beautiful—and kinky. I’m starting to think we’re only scratching the surface of the ways I could satisfy her.
But then her gaze drifts to the TV, and she shakes her head, her expression equal parts exasperated and amused.
“Are you watching porn?”
“For the state of my house I’m pretty sure my brother was here earlier.”
“Uh-huh. Sure,” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm, eyes flicking to the screen.
This woman might just be the death of me. But for now, I’ll focus on the pizza—and the fact that she’s here.
“Why don’t we find something good to watch?” I suggest, grabbing the remote and flipping through options.
Valentina snuggles into the couch with a slice of pizza in hand. We settle on a string of ‘90s movies, gorging ourselves on garlic bread and pepperoni as laughter fills the room.
“John Wick is by far the best Keanu Reeves franchise,” I argue, popping another bite of pizza into my mouth.
She turns to me, scandalized, like I just insulted her entire family lineage. “Um, excuse me, have you not seen The Matrix? Revolutionary. Iconic.”
“It’s overhyped,” I shoot back, raising my hands dramatically.
“Blasphemy,” she cries, grabbing a throw pillow and smacking me across the chest with it.
We’re both laughing like idiots, the kind of laughter that makes your stomach ache and tears spring to your eyes. And as I watch her, her smile lighting up her face, her eyes crinkling at the corners, something shifts in me.
She’s beautiful. And not just in the obvious way—though, let’s be honest, she’s gorgeous. But there’s something about the way she lights up a room, the way she makes me forget all the crap piling up in my life.
Before I can stop myself, I grab her arm and pull her across the couch.
She lets out a surprised yelp as I tug her into my lap, my lips crashing down onto hers. For a moment, she freezes, probably still processing what just happened, but then she melts into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as if they belong there.
The kiss is electric. It’s not rushed or frantic—it’s deliberate, like we’re both savoring every second. My hands roam down her back, finding their way into her hair, tugging gently so I can deepen the kiss.
She tilts her head, giving me better access, and I take it, pouring everything I can’t say into the way I move my lips against hers.
Suddenly, she shifts, and before I can steady us, we both tumble off the couch. I twist mid-fall, taking the brunt of the landing. I’ve been hit harder on the ice, but I’ll admit it’s not my most graceful moment.
Valentina huffs out a breath and bursts into laughter, her forehead dropping to my shoulder. “We’re a mess,” she giggles, her voice muffled against my skin.
I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. “Speak for yourself. I’m flawless.”
She pulls back just enough to look at me, her grin fading into something softer, more intimate. Her fingers trace the edge of my jaw, and I’m helpless to do anything but kiss her again.
This time, it’s slower. Her lips part for me, and I take my time exploring her mouth, savoring the way she tastes like pizza and something uniquely her.
She shifts again, straddling my hips, and I groan when her weight settles on me. My hands find the hem of her shirt, sliding underneath to rest against the warm skin of her back.
“Can I?” I murmur, breaking the kiss long enough to meet her gaze.
