Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(55)

Because mostly, he hated how right the guys were.

He hated how easily they had picked up on his mood and the reason why.

He missed Cara like crazy.

Space, he reminded himself. You’re giving her space.

And also driving himself insane at the same time.

Gian had hoped Cara would get her shit figured out and all would be fine between them. He hadn’t expected … this. Weeks and weeks of waiting, of wondering, and of being entirely fucking alone.

He almost hated how much control that woman had over him.

Except he couldn’t hate that at all.

“If you’re lonely or something,” Constantino said, “then why don’t you go home, Gian?”

Gian raised his brow. “I am home. And Cara wanted space. Although, that’s not your fucking business, either.”

Constantino shook his head. “I didn’t mean here, man.”

All right.

Fuck this whole night.

Gian didn’t even bother to kick the guys out.

He left.





Gian whipped his car into the parking lot belonging to Cara’s apartment building. He checked his phone again, and then triple-checked it just to be sure.

Would you pick me up? My place.

That was all Cara’s text message had said. Gian had barely gotten his confirmative reply typed out before he had pulled an illegal U-turn on a downtown street and headed his lover’s way. He’d only meant to clear his head when he’d left his place earlier, but this was perfectly fine, too.

Gian checked his phone once more, ready to send a message to Cara that he was there, but he didn’t need to. Cara appeared outside the passenger side window, Gian unlocked the door, and she slid inside without a word.

He pulled out of the parking lot while Cara was still buckling up her seatbelt.

“Where to?” Gian asked.

Cara stared out the side window, never looking at him. “I don’t know. Somewhere … quiet?”

“We can do quiet, bella mia.” Thankful for the lack of traffic, Gian headed toward the bay. It was a bit of a drive, but it would be quiet and private. “Do you want to grab some food or something?”

“Sure.”

“Anything specific?”

Cara shrugged. “Anything unhealthy and greasy.”

Gian chuckled. “Junk food, then.”

“What else?”

It took an hour to grab food, and drive all the way to the bay. Gian pulled the car along the metal fence that kept vehicles from going too far ahead. He had only put the car into park before Cara leaned across the seats, grabbed his jaw in her hands, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was not a sweet, hello kind of kiss. It couldn’t be one of those, when her tongue invaded his mouth and she tried to get closer. It was more of an I want kind of kiss.

Gian was more than willing to give where Cara was concerned.

“So we’re doing this first, then?” he asked against her mouth while pulling his leather jacket off at the same time.

“Yes.”

So sure.

No hesitation.

“Whatever you want, Cara.”

Gian hooked an arm around Cara’s trim waist, and yanked her into the backseat of the Mercedes. He used the space between the front seats to get back there, but it sure as fuck wasn’t an easy fit, and Cara fell hard into his lap with a breathless laugh.

He moved so his back was to the door, bringing her along with him. Burying his hands into her hair, he held tight so he could get more of her pretty mouth against his while he had the damn chance. But that only made him want more of her to taste—her cheeks, jaw, and neck. All the spots that he hadn’t been able to kiss and bite and taste for weeks.

He had time to make up for.

Cara, apparently, had different plans. Her hot mouth started traveling down over his throat, her tongue lapping at his pulse point for a moment before moving on again. Gian decided all he could do was let her do her thing as she lowered even further.

“Jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket,” Cara said, working the button and zipper on Gian’s jeans. He lifted off the seat enough to let her pull the jeans and his boxer-briefs down, and pull his shoes off. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without a suit.”

“You’ve seen me without one.”

“Being naked doesn’t count, Gian.”

“You’ve seen me in workout clothes.”

“Which is basically a pair of shorts,” she pointed out.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving the penthouse today,” he said in explanation.

Cara pulled his T-shirt up, and for the first time, Gian let go of the hold he had on her hair to allow her to slip the clothing off. “This is a good look, too. Relaxed. I liked the leather jacket.”

If she liked it …

“You can take it,” he said before pressing another hard kiss to her mouth. “Now, stop talking and start sucking my cock like you were working on doing two minutes ago.”

Cara’s eyes narrowed playfully. “How do you know that’s what I was going to do?”

“Well, if it wasn’t, it’s sure as fuck what you’re going to do now.”

She winked and started lowering down his body again. “Lucky for you, that was the plan.”