Page 114 of Unraveled

She preened in that happy, pleased way of hers.

“You always say the right things.”

“I do, don’t I?” he asked.

“And then you ruin it just as fast,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Let me make up for it.”

Cara peered up at him through her thick lashes. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“Orgasms. Morning orgasms.”

“Well, then.”

“They make up for everything, Cara.”

“Yours certainly do,” she agreed.

“And you wonder why I have a fucking complex, amore.”

Cara shrugged. “More orgasms, less talking.”

“But you like it when I talk and fuck you.”

“Yes, but at the same time, Gian.”

Fair enough.

“Get those fucking legs open, so I can get to what’s mine, Cara,” he demanded low.

With a sweet little sigh, she did as he wanted, widening her legs over the arm of the chair. His gaze roamed over the shape of her hips, to the line of the panties keeping her pussy covered with a scrap of lace.

“I love it when you make it easy on me.”

Cara’s grin turned sinful. “Sometimes, you like to take it, too.”

He agreed, but his attention was elsewhere now.

He had a goal.

Get Cara off.

Do it again.

And then fuck her until his brain wasn’t such a mess.

Good plan, Gian told himself.

Hopefully, it would be enough to sedate him until he got his stubborn, sexy girl back, but he doubted it. Cara was an obsession for Gian. From the way she talked, to the way she walked. All her smiles, and when she grew quiet. How she felt under his hands and beneath his control. Her desires and fears.

Their what ifs.

All of it.

Every single bit.

Gian was so fucking obsessed.