Page 138 of Carnal

I shake my head. "No. I always wondered what the big deal was with motorcycles."

Tristano's cocky expression intensifies. He jumps off the bed, slides his arms under my body, and picks me up.

I laugh. "What are you doing?"

He walks toward the bathroom, stating, "We're showering, then going for a ride."

My flutters expand. "We are?"

"Yep." He turns on the water, kisses me for several minutes, then sets me on my feet. He slaps my ass, demanding, "In."

I obey, and he follows me under the spray. The warm water flows over us, and he tugs me against his body with one arm and fists my hair with the other. His lips mold against mine. Our tongues collide like two hurricanes fighting for power. He takes two steps, moving me backward until I'm against the wall, then spins me so I'm facing it.

My body presses against the cold white tile. His warm frame against my back is a stark contrast, making me shiver. He pins my wrists above my head, against the wall. His other arm circles around my waist. He yanks my ass in the air and thrusts inside me.

"Oh God!" I cry out.

His mouth teases the curve of my neck. Tingles race down my spine and through my legs, electrifying my entire body. "Do you know how happy I am that we're not going to hide anymore?"

I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations of his body in mine and try to shut up the nervous Nelly in my head. I can't let my fears sabotage our relationship anymore. I don't just want Tristano. I want a life with him. Last night, when he wouldn't return my texts or calls, freaked me out. It was a glimpse of how life would be without him. And I don't want to return to life without Tristano. I answer, "I'm happy, too."

He slides his fingers between mine, holding them flat against the wall. His other hand dips lower, rolling over my clit. He declares, "I'm going to fuck you all day today. When you're getting ready with Bridget and the others, I'm calling you to my wing."

Steam thickens the air, creating a cloud around us. I whimper, loving every part of his body owning mine.

He rubs me faster and continues, "When we get to the church, I'm going to fuck you some more."

Adrenaline shoots through me. "Oh...oh...oh God!" I moan. Convulsions rip through me.

He growls, "That's it, baby girl. You squeeze your tight pussy around me."

"Tristano... I...oh..." I barely get out as he thrusts harder and keeps my orgasm going.

He licks my lobe then sucks on it before stating, "At the reception, I'm finding a dark corner. You're going to come so many times today, you're going to smell like sex for days. It's going to drive me nuts. Now, do that thing you do." He moves his hand to my hip and tugs.

He doesn't need to say anymore. I circle my lower body, matching the urgency of his thrusts and grip.

"Fuuuuck," he growls, pounding into me harder.

All hell breaks loose in my body. The wall becomes a blurry sheet of whiteness. Endorphins attack all my cells. My knees buckle, and my cries echo against the tile, merging with his loud grunt.

He holds me tight as our bodies convulse against one another. His cock stretches my walls, pumping into me like a machine gun firing a full round.

For several moments, he keeps me sandwiched between him and the wall while we try to catch our breath. He finally spins me.

My back presses against the tile. He slides his hands over my palms, kissing me like he didn't just have me. I wrap my arms around him, returning his affection, wishing we could stay here all day and never lose this moment.

But all things have to end. He finally retreats. We wash then dry off. I plug in my hairdryer, and after I dry it halfway, he comes into the bathroom, dressed. He hands me a pair of leather pants and my leather coat.

I turn off the dryer and smirk. "Are you trying to make me look like I belong on a motorcycle?"

He kisses me on the head. "You'll thank me later when you don't have windburn. We should get going, or we'll miss the sunrise."

I put my hairdryer down. "Okay. We're coming back here so I can look semi-presentable and get my dress and stuff, right?"

"I'll have Flex pick everything up and take it to the house," he replies.

My butterflies kick in. I slide my arms around his shoulders and lace my fingers around his neck. "What do you think Dante is going to say?"

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