Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(12)

Jesus.

That was damn dirty.

And he’d said it without even a grin.

“Are you coming in?” he asked.

Cara nodded, stepped out of the elevator, and kicked her heels off as she looked up. Vaulted ceilings and a beautiful brass and crystal chandelier stared back at her. It was a stunning sight, as most penthouses didn’t have cathedral-style ceilings, never mind a bachelor’s place. The place was very white—the floor, the walls, and the decoration. All white, yet it made it bright, open, and inviting.

“Wow,” she said to herself.

Gian chuckled, hitting a button on the wall that forced the elevator to close. “Admire in the morning. It’s my turn tonight.”

“Your turn, huh?”

Gian took his time removing his shoes and suit jacket, putting the items away, along with Cara’s things. She toyed with the velvet choker at her throat as he checked his cell phone, then put it away with his other things as well.

Then, his attention was back on her.

Entirely.

Fully.

Unwaveringly.

Cara was frozen in place while Gian moved closer, taking his steps slow until he was close enough to pull her in the rest of the way. His one hand slid under her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him while his other slipped lower. She sucked in a sharp breath when his hand skipped under her skirt for the third time, only, instead of fucking her with his fingers until she came, he pulled the panties down around her thighs. The article fell the rest of the way to the floor on its own.

“You don’t need these, sweetheart.”

The second time he kissed her was nothing like the first had been in the car. It wasn’t slow or languid, but rough and demanding. Cara barely registered the zipper on the back of her dress being pulled down, not with how Gian’s tongue seemed to tangle with hers in a way that made her wish it was working between her thighs. He had quite a talent with that tongue of his, and she wondered what it would take to get him to put it to use.

He made quick work of pulling her dress down, letting the top half pool around her waist as he exposed more skin. The penthouse was warm, as far as that went, but Cara still shivered.

His fingertips dragged down her flesh. His palms flattered to her toned stomach. He stroked his digits softly over her lines and curves, like he was taking time to commit them to memory. Each time, she shivered.

The sensation raced over her skin.

“You can’t help that, can you?” Gian asked.

“What?”

His fingertips traced invisible lines over her naked breasts—the dress looked better without a bra underneath. “When I touch you, you can’t help what happens.”

“I don’t know if it’s you.”

Gian smirked. “I do. You wouldn’t be so shocked if it wasn’t a new thing, Cara.”

Goddammit, he was too cocky for his own good.

“I’m going to take you hard in this hallway, fuck you until you feel like you can’t breathe, and then I’ll take you to my bedroom, strip you down, and do it again. I like that little spot you left on my jacket, Cara, but I really want to see what you can leave on my slacks before I have to take them off completely. How does that sound?”

“That sounds filthy.”

“Really?” Surprise lit up his rugged features. “I would think filthy would be wearing them tomorrow with a new jacket to hide the stains because it gets me off.”

Yeah, that was worse.

“I need you to give me a yes or a no,” he urged huskily.

Cara smiled as his thumb stroked over her reddened lips. “You make it hard to say no.”

“Still not a yes.”

“Yes, Gian.”

He tipped his chin up, teasingly. “And …”

“And, what?”

“And that sounds …”

Cara let out a groan. “That sounds fucking great.”

“Well, one of us will be sounding very fucking great in a few minutes.”

He wasn’t lying.

Cara had thought he meant he would bend her over in the hallway, that she might use the table for support as he fucked her from behind.

Instead, he had been the one to lean his backside against the edge of the table, and undo his slacks. He didn’t say a word, simply reached for her and drew her in closer as he pulled his cock from his pants and boxer-briefs.

Cara watched him fist his length, before she dropped to her knees, and took his cock deep into her throat for no other reason than she wondered what he felt like. Silky smooth and hot on her tongue, that’s what. Gian hadn’t even asked, and he only stopped her long enough to tug on her hair, bring her up for a kiss, and then he pulled a condom out of his pocket. He rolled the latex down his length, and pulled her in for another bruising kiss.

“Turn around,” he demanded against her mouth.

She did as she was told, her dress was pushed up, and he pulled her into his lap. Cara didn’t get much of a warning before she felt his cock at her sex, and then he was pulling her down his length with such strength that it took her breath and words away.

His fingers had been good.

So fucking good.

But they were a tease.

She hadn’t realized how big he was until he was filling every inch of her pussy, and it took her more than a few seconds to adjust to that new sensation, and his size.