Page 19 of Under the Influence
She’s curled on her side with the comforter turned down beside her. Almost as if inviting me to join her on themattress.
“Make love to meGiovanni.”
Jesus. I can’t say no. Not with her hand reaching for me. Not with her beautiful body glimmering with golden shadows from the soft light glowing behind the thin drapes. Not with the hope blossoming in hertone.
Somehow I make it to the bed without falling and nestle between her legs. Opening for me with my first step. Welcoming me back to the only heaven I know. Forgoing any needless discussion just to be insideher.
I plank over her, dipping my head to brush my mouth against hers. Soft pecks that hide how much I want to ravish her. Tender touches to prove I can be the gentleman she deserves. “I loveyou.”
She shakes her head, but before I can argue her lips part for me. Her soft minty tongue sweeping into my mouth. Pouring all of her emotion into her kiss. Lifting her hips. Urging me to fuckher.
God do I want to fuck her. Yet, I touch her first, reaching down between our coupled bodies. Seeking confirmation of her readiness for me. Fuck me she’s so fucking wet already. I can’t hold back and push inside with one long slow drive. “I’vemissed–“
Sharp teeth nip at my bottom lip. Shutting me up. Halting my sincere expression. She doesn’t want me to speak? Fine. I’ll prove myself to her with my actions if not my words. My hand slides under her left thigh, lifting her leg to have her angled as close as possible, and plunge into her. Twisting side to side, putting my full weight on her clit the way sheloves.
A smug jackass smile covers my face from her breathless gasp. She rotates with me. Getting the friction she needs. Getting off on the pressure. Getting there quick because of me. Because I fucking know what she likes. I fucking know what she needs. Not that son of abitch.
“Gio.”
Fucking glorious to hear her cry my name while she convulses. Wracking her petite body with an enormous orgasm. I nuzzle her neck, sucking in the delicate skin, because the next one is going to be just as huge. “Hook up,angel.”
The sick bastard in me loves the flicker of fear in her wide eyes when they pop open. She knows exactly what’s going to happen with my growl in her ear. She’s going to get all the fucking proof she fucking needs. Obeying my command, her legs wrap around my hips while her arms coil around my torso. Bringing out the animal in me from her absolute submission. Rewarding her with what she wants for herdeference.
I don't holdback.
I fuck herhard.
Caging her head between my forearm and chest while I palm her ass cheeks with my huge hand. Thrusting again and again, I'm half on my knees and deep in her pussy while she clings to me. Grasping my drenched body with all her strength. Slippery from the exertion of working to make her explode underneath me. Saturating us with the addictive scent of her arousal mingling with my own saltyrelease.
Unable to touch her stunning face, I kiss the top of her head. Silky, damp hair tickles my lips. The flowery essence so wholesome and innocent. A reminder of how easily and often I fuck things up between us. Sex doesn't equal love. I fucking know this, but I must reach her. Own her. Consume her. Pounding into her over and over until her heaving breaths burst into a cry of pleasure, pushing me beyond the edge with her. My balls tighten up into my body, and I let loose. Erupting with every ounce of come my cock holds barring down in her. “God fuckingdamn.”
Incapable of withstanding the force, she untangles from me and drops back to the soaked sheets. I follow, wrapping my arm around the back of her neck and pinning her immobile against me while I collapse onto my hip. Probably scaring the fuck out of her from the side of my fist wedged against her temple. From the ferocity of my hold. The veracity of my tone. But I don't give a damn. “Don’t – for even one fucking second – ever think I don’t loveyou.”
Her forehead rubs up and down against my slick skin. Finally fucking agreement. Thank fuckinggod.
We pant in silence. Floating down together from the high. My cock still at half-mast inside her. Even he's unwilling to let her go. A sliver of hope cracks the anxiety in my bitch ass heart when she stays tucked in my embrace once my grip relaxes. She shivers, our moist bodies cooling quickly in the cold air, and I stretch to grasp the edge of the bedspread. Refusing to separate from her even to snatch ablanket.
She snuggles in when I tuck the covers over her shoulders. A deep sigh against my neck. At least she doesn’t hate me enough not to let me cuddle with her. Fucking sad the only progress I've made so far is her not being repulsed by mytouch.
A better man would get up. Grab another shower. Take care of her, and clean her depleted body too. But I'm a bastard. Writhing in fucking fear that only she can generate in me. If I climb out of bed, we'll talk. Then probably argue. Then she'll try to kick my ass out. Which I refuse to allow but I don't want our discussion to escalate to that level. Instead, I stroke over her head one last time before I welcome sleep to claim us. "Sweet dreams,Books."
“I waspregnant.”
Was.
Pregnant.
What in the god damn fuckinghell?
All of my sated exhaustion instantly vanishes. Replaced by an explosion of enraged shock I've never experienced before. I fly off the mattress and jerk her up with me. Clenching her upper arms harder than I should for the woman who just admitted she carried my child. And now no longer does. I need to know what the fuck is going on. Right this god damnminute.
If she's afraid she doesn't show any fear. Keeps her head drooped forward, only sitting up because of my unforgiving grip. I give her a shake and try to keep my voice level. Or I will fucking go off. "What the hell are you talkingabout?"
“I was late. I was going to tell you that night, butyou..."
Motherfucker. I am going to fucking lose what little sanity I have left if she did something crazy because of her pain. Because ofme.
"I took a test the next day. The lines were barely there, but definitely positive." Her shoulders lift, and she blows out a stuttered breath. Trying not to cry.“A few days later I started bleeding. The doctor said my hCG levels were too low. That’s why the lines were so light. He said it just wasn't meant to be, but it stillhurt.”
