Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(23)

It was sweet.

But not like his pet names, not like his French or Italian nothings in her ear.

Cara was pretty sure this was not how hookups were supposed to go, and she certainly shouldn’t be considering feelings for Gian, but he made it difficult not to. This was only supposed to be a weekend away—a break, nothing more. And yet, it felt strangely domestic. Something familiar and comforting, with someone she didn’t know all that well.

She decided to get her mind off of that nonsense.

“Are you going to read all morning?” she asked.

“It’s good for the brain, Cara.”

“So is food. Or coffee. Television. A shower. Sex.”

Gian’s right eyebrow lifted and his lips curved salaciously. “Those are all good things, too.”

“Not good for the brain?”

“Some of them,” he said.

Before she could think better of it, Cara snatched his book away and tossed it to the floor. As it landed with a thump on the hardwood, Gian’s narrowed gaze turned on her. That one look threatened fun and bad and sinful, all at once. Cara simply smiled back in the face of his unspoken threat.

“Oops,” she whispered.

“That was not nice. I was at a good part.”

Cara shrugged. “Oh, well.”

“That was terribly bratty, too.”

“Yes, but—”

Gian lurched toward her before Cara could even get her words out properly. She didn’t even have the chance to try and get away from his hands grabbing hard to her waist and pulling her higher up the bed. Her laughter bounced off the walls as his fingers danced over her skin, tickling with killer precision and making her sides ache.

Somehow, though she wasn’t quite sure how, Cara managed to get up on her knees, and then stand. Gian followed right behind her, still holding tight and refusing to let her go. She grabbed for a pillow, but he knocked it back down, and she fell with it.

Gian went with her.

That was how Cara found herself pinned under a grinning Gian and how she knew her plan to at least get him out of the bed before noon was screwed.

But she was probably going to like it.

“Word to the wise,” he murmured an inch away from her lips.

“What’s that?”

“Compliance will get you everywhere with me, but brattiness will get you something, too. You like the one, so you’ll probably like this as well.”

Then, his fingers pressed harder, sliding lower down her sides, and his body followed the same path. Sliding down her body, Gian pushed the dress shirt she wore higher, his lips coming down to kiss against her heated skin every so often. And his tongue … it lapped at her flesh, taking small tastes of her body before darting back into that wicked fucking mouth of his. Her legs widened for him, and she couldn’t even find it in herself to be ashamed that she hadn’t pulled on a pair of panties after showering that morning.

“Now, be a good girl,” Gian said as he hovered over her pubic bone, “and let me eat in peace, Cara. On your knees, please.”

She blinked. “What?”

Gian only tipped his chin up, and that was it. He didn’t repeat himself; he didn’t like to, she had learned.

Cara’s brain finally caught up to the rest of her body and she scrambled to get on all fours like he wanted. She had thought watching him between her thighs would be a nice sight first thing in the morning, but he apparently had other plans.

If there was a torturous, sinful hell, Gian’s mouth was it.

It was his tongue lapping against her sex as he spread her ass cheeks wide and grabbed hard enough to leave his fingerprints behind. It was the way he groaned at the first taste of her pussy, so deep and rough that it traveled over her spine before it even reached her ears. It was the curving flicks of his tongue that beat against the underside of her clit over and over again until her legs shook, and she was pushing back into his mouth to get more.

And then he was pulling away, those fucking chuckles of his filling her senses with his satisfaction and her growing orgasm that was now lost.

“The taste of you could kill me, Cara. I’d eat you, morning, noon, and night, and I wouldn’t even think about anything else. It would kill me.”

She let out a shaky breath, unable to say anything.

She needed a second to think again.

“Do you remember what I told you?” he asked a second before his palm swatted gently against her wet sex. His fingers slid along her clenching opening a second before another soft slap landed against her ass. The sound echoed in the bedroom, making Cara suck in a sharp breath. His fingers—three of them—slid into her pussy, stretching her open and making her back arch from the sudden intrusion.

“About this—your cunt and me, love. What did I say?”

Cara didn’t even have to think about it.

Even when she thought they might not see each other again—and certainly not for sex—she still heard those words of his.

“It’s yours, when we’re together,” she mumbled against her arm.

Gian’s pleased hum answered her back before he said, “Exactly that, Cara.”

She felt him move on the bed, reaching for something. Cara looked, only to see him pull his cell phone from the bedside table. Gian’s eyes turned back on her with a wicked gleam.

“Your pussy is so pink and wet, especially when you want to come. I want you to see what it looks like when you’re bratty and greedy, Cara. Let me.”