Page 89 of Sins of the Orchid
I started walking towards him, but the second I saw that tug of his lips signaling a smile as he put his sunglasses into his pocket, I broke into a run. I didn’t give a shit who saw us or how eager I looked. I missed him so much.
It took no time to reach him, and I threw myself at him, my arms closing around his neck. He caught me with both of his hands and twirled me around. Maybe he missed me too? Santi didn’t do carefree or goofy. That was more Adriano and I. Santi always acted too mature, too much… well, like a don.
“Oh my fucking God, Santi,” I murmured against his skin, showering his face with kisses. He smelled even better than I remembered. “I can feel you.”
My legs wrapped around his abdomen while his hands grabbed my ass. His mouth sought out mine, the kiss hard and demanding. A moan escaped my lips, hungry for the taste of him. He captured my top lip between his and my mouth parted, wanting him deeper. I wanted to taste him, feel his tongue brush against mine. It made me feel alive. His hard body against mine felt amazing, his heat blazing through every single fiber of me.
“I missed you,” I admitted softly. A desperate, sweet ache traveled through my veins and ended with a throbbing pulse between my thighs.
“Not as much as I missed you,” he rasped. “Best fucking welcome. Ever!”
His one hand wrapped around my nape and angled my face so he could kiss me deeper, his tongue tangling with mine. He tasted so good. Like sin, whiskey, and my man. A groan came from deep in his chest, his hands tightening on my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh as I moaned into his mouth. I licked the inside of his mouth, loving the taste of him. The kiss was rough and consuming. My blood thundered in my ears and rushed through my veins, feeding the flames of passion.
I shifted and accidentally ground against his hard cock. A shiver rolled through me, the heat sparking through every cell of my body.
“Careful, baby,” he groaned. “It’s been a while for me.”
That was the best part. Santi was faithful to me. The don of the Russo family, one of the most feared men of the Cosa Nostra could have sated his need with any woman. There were more than plenty that wanted him. Yet, he didn’t. Instead, he’d have a virtual date with me. He was just as demanding during virtual sex as he was face-to-face.
Santi couldn’t even fathom how much it meant to me. Men of Cosa Nostra weren’t faithful, but Santi Russo was. He was mine, and I was his.
“It has been a while for me too,” I whispered against his lips. My breathing was already labored. “Can you fuck me in the car?”
“Sex monster,” he groaned.
“Only when it comes to you,” I moaned, rubbing all over him.
Someone cleared their throat, and I remembered we were in the middle of the runway. We’d both lost our heads. I buried my face into Santi’s neck but stayed in his arms. There would be nothing stopping me from touching him for the duration of his stay.
“Yes?” Santi’s voice sounded annoyed at the interruption, and I smoothed my palm against the back of his neck, running my fingers through his thick, dark hair. God, I loved touching him
“Your bags are in the car, sir.”
Santi didn’t even acknowledge him, and I gently nipped his neck. “Thank you,” I whispered against his pulse. “Say thank you.”
Of course, he ignored me, so I glimpsed behind me with a small smile. “Thank you,” I said.
With a nod of acknowledgement and crinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes, the pilot walked away with a nod. I slid down Santi’s body, and we walked towards the car hand in hand. It seemed unreal to have him here, with me.
“You look beautiful,” he complimented, his eyes flashing like lightning.
Heat rushed to my cheeks. It was the curse of my complexion. He chuckled in dark amusement.
“All the filthy things we did over FaceTime, and you blush at me complimenting you.”
“I can’t help it,” I breathed out.
His hand gently tightened over mine. “I love that about you, Amore.” His gaze traveled down my body, and it made my pulse race all over. “There isn’t a single thing I don’t love about you.”
My heart glowed with his admission. It wasn’t exactly a declaration of undying love, but the dreamer in me glowed at hearing those words.
The driver held the door open for both of us, and I slid into the seat, Santi right behind me. Once the driver was behind the wheel, Santi issued a command. “To my villa.”
He pressed the button and raised the partition, separating us from the driver and the guard. I never bothered with the privacy screen in the car, but now I was thrilled to have it. Before I could move or say anything, Santi’s big hands came to my hips, lifted me, and sat me onto his lap.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he murmured, trailing his lips down my neck. “Feel so good.”
My insides clenched with need, and my heart raced with excitement. My eyes lowered to his hands on my thighs and noted the red, busted knuckles. Some things never changed. My fingers gently brushed across them.
