Page 51 of Tessa's Trust

The climax roared in hot and fast, just from his mouth, but he didn’t stop. Before I knew it, I was climbing again, my brain turning to mush. Only after a second climax did he move back up my body, paying attention to every inch. There wasn’t a place on me he didn’t caress, lick, or kiss. It was too much, yet not nearly enough.

I had no idea where the condom came from, but it was suddenly on him, and then he was pushing inside me.

Wow. This was happening. I grabbed his strong face and yanked him down for another kiss, desperation a new feeling. He was wild and fast, not holding back, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting to take all of him. There was a lot to Basanelli, and I soon tipped over into another orgasm. My third, which was crazy.

Nobody had three orgasms in one night.

As it turned out, neither did I. We made it to five before he gently nudged me beneath the covers, wrapped his hard body around mine, and followed me into dreamland.

Chapter 19

I woke naturally at five in the morning, accustomed to getting to the diner early. It took me a few moments to remember where I was, and then I jolted, realizing there was a strong arm banded around my waist and a very heated and bare chest against my back. What in the world had I done? My body was sore in a way that I rather enjoyed, but my mind started spinning as fast as it could.

So many thoughts went through my brain that I had to stop, slow down, and take a deep breath. Okay. I’d said it would be one night, and it had been a fantastic night; Nick had taken advantage of every second.

My heart pitter-pattered, and I knew that was bad. I also realized it probably would have happened no matter what. Basanelli was a guy a girl wanted to keep, but he wasn’t mine, and I didn’t think he could be. Although after the previous night, I did entertain the thought of changing that reality, but I didn’t want to change him.

He was pretty great the way he was.

After his antics at the police station, sleeping with him had been a mistake. I didn’t want to encourage that type of behavior. Yeah, it had been sexy, but that wasn’t a fact he needed to know. If he ever tried to carry me out of somewhere again, I had no choice but to take out his kidneys. As soon as he woke up, I would explain that to him.

He breathed softly against my neck, his body relaxed and still hard as a rock.

I heard a shuffling sound outside the bedroom and frowned. Had the storm gotten that loud? What was going on? Then the door opened.

I jumped, and a woman shrieked. Then, faster than I could track, Basanelli was out of the bed, between me and the door, rushing the interloper.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” My older sister backed away.

I sat up, clenching the bedclothes to my chest. “Donna?”

Donna flicked on the light, looked at me, looked at a very naked and well-endowed Nick Basanelli, and burst into laughter. She laughed so hard, tears streamed down her face. “Oh, my God,” she said, backing away, her eyes going wherever they wanted, which was right down Nick’s impressive body.

“Damn it.” Nick reached for the hand-crocheted blanket at the end of the bed and wrapped it around his trim hips. “I thought you were in Walla Walla.”

Hmm. I must have told him that the night before.

“I was.” A pretty blush flitted across her face. While I took after the Irish side of our family, Donna was all Italian with thick black hair, dark eyes, and ruby-red lips. Even this early in the morning, obviously caught off guard, she was stunning. “When did this start?” she asked, seemingly having no problem standing there with a half-naked Nick Basanelli.

“Donna, can you give us a moment?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“It looks like you had more than a moment.” She looked at my chin and upper chest. “That’s quite the whisker burn up there, sister.” And then, because Donna was a decent person, she turned, shut the door, and disappeared.

I buried my face in my hands and peeked at him through my fingers.

Nick turned around, looking tall and broad and slightly pissed off. “Are you okay?” he asked, surprising me.

“I think I might have had a heart attack,” I admitted, putting my hand on my chest. Yep. There was definitely whisker burn there.

His gaze dropped to my hand, and his eyes flared.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I pulled the covers closer to my neck. “We’re done.”

“We might be done for today,” he murmured softly. In the morning light, Basanelli was all male with tousled dark hair, lazy brown eyes, and sharply cut muscles.

I pushed my wild hair out of my face. “Hey, we didn’t exactly get to the talking last night.” There had been a lot of movement, plenty of moaning, and some whispering, but there certainly hadn’t been any talking. “What exactly did you want to speak with me about?”

Basanelli stood in the middle of the room, seeming more than comfortable with the thin blanket around his hips riding low. “I thought it might be a good idea if you talked to the Ozzie Morrison about his reasons for shooting at us. I’ve spoken with him, and so did Pierce. The guy definitely wanted to shoot at me, but more to scare me. However, he wouldn’t tell us why he had your picture.”

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