“Right here, angel,” he rasps as he bottoms out. “Right fucking here.”
He captures my lips and offers another slow, indulgent kiss.
“You’re where I want to be,” he murmurs when we pull away.
My insides warm, the reverence in his expression dulling the anxious, vulnerable edges that still exist in the recesses of my mind.
We stay like that, tangled in one another, reunited in the most visceral of ways, until I can’t stand the edging anymore. I whimper as my pussy clenches.
Alaric’s responding chuckle earns him a smack to the chest.
“You promised me hard and fast, Mr. Steele.”
He hums, taking my mouth more urgently now. “That was before I remembered we don’t need to rush. We have all night.”
Licking my lips, I stare into his eyes and swallow down the lump of emotion in my throat. “We don’t just have all night. We have forever.”
“Forever.”
The word reverberates in the deepest parts of my soul.
His eyes darken, as if the promise of our future is rocket fuel in his veins. He grabs my ankles and plants my heels on the edge of the table.
“Hold yourself open for me, angel.”
I do as he asks, gripping my ankles as he smooths one hand up mystomach and chest. Pressing into my sternum, he encourages me to lie back.
Curling his hands around my shoulders, he hovers close, just the way I like. Then he fucks me hard and fast, just like he promised, on the kitchen table where we shared our first meal.
CHAPTER 64
EVANGELINE
“You look sensational,” Alaric praises as I step through the back door.
The frayed denim miniskirt is animal print, of course. I paired it with a white T-shirt, then slipped into a pair of cowgirl boots. I finished off the look with two Granata-red bandannas woven through my belt loops, adding a pop of color. What can I say? I love a good theme.
It’s Tuesday of race week, and tonight, I’m hosting the Even Better Eleven here for a proper Texas barbecue.
The last several days have been nothing short of bliss. Alaric and I have spent every free moment together, mostly here at the house, but also visiting some of our favorite places around Austin. It turns out, we both love the same little frozen custard stand out in Barton Hills.
Before we went public with our relationship, I officially resigned from Granata. It was the easiest decision I’ve ever made. Putting all my energy into A-Tizket A-Tasket and getting creative in my new studio space has been a literal dream come true.
There hasn’t been any fallout or media attention surrounding our relationship. Luca’s diligence in keeping me off his social media and out of the spotlight when we were dating has paid off big time. It helps that his son, Lorenzo Alaric Steele, was born last week. The media has been having a field day with all the posts and pictures he’s shared.
Twice I’ve stopped over to see Alaric at the paddock, making sure to check in on Silas and Marisol as well as Mick and the culinary crew.
It was an ironic, full circle moment to swipe into the paddock withan all-access guest pass. But I’m so incredibly happy, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Everything’s just about ready.” I wrap my arms around him from behind.
He cranes back for a kiss, and when my lips meet his, he tries to deepen it.
Laughing, I pull back. “Focus on your world-famous ribs, Mr. Steele. Guests will be here any minute.”
He scowls, his eyes hidden behind his aviators, but then nods toward the driveaway. “It looks like they’re already here.”
A parade of sports cars rolls down the driveway. The sight of so many sleek, high-performance vehicles crawling at such a slow pace is comical.
