Page 63 of Unraveled

His hips had started moving with the gentle beat of hers, too. Rocking, grinding—putting pressure in the right spot and then taking it away before she could get more.

Cara was sure her juices had soaked his cock already.

She couldn’t even find it in herself to be ashamed.

“Why?” Cara managed to ask while his teasing mouth traveled over her throat.

“Why, what?”

“Why is it a good thing that no one has ever fucked me like you?”

His arms encircled her then, one curling around her back and neck so that his hand could grab onto her hair. His other arm went between her legs and up over her ass so his palm laid flat to her lower spine. He held her there, forcing her head back so he could look her in the eyes while her body fucking shivered.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

“I answered your questions. Answer mine.”

“Because I like that it’s only been mine this way,” he told her. “The way I fuck you, how you let me have you. Your pussy, your ass, that fucking mouth, and the rest of your body. How you say my name and the sounds you make when you’re about to come but you know you need to wait. You’re greedy as hell when I’m eating your cunt and then sweet as hell in the morning, demanding that I read to you. When you want to get on your knees like you’re about to pray, but all you do is open up that goddamn mouth of yours and suck me dry instead. It’s … it’s insane, but it’s fucking beautiful, Cara. And it’s only been mine like that. Someone else might have gotten something else, but I get this, and that’s addicting. You’re addictive.”

She took a shaky breath. “And you don’t think you’re addictive, too?”

His arms tightened to her body and her hair. “As long as it’s mine, sweetheart.”

She was ruined for anyone else, anyway.

Didn’t he already know that?

Well, how could he know, when she was now realizing it, too?

“Who the hell else could make me fucking crazy like you do, Gian?”

He only grinned—sexy, cocky, and pleased.

“You know what I was most pissed off about, the morning after my car got bombed?” he asked.

“What was that?”

“I ruined my damn phone and—”

“Lost your filthy porn.”

Gian laughed. “Well, yeah.”

“You’ll get more.”

“Of you? I’d say so.”

Cara’s gaze snapped to his fast. “Only me.”

Gian’s grin melted into a smile before he kissed her mouth once more, softer than before. “Who the fuck else?”

Exactly.

“You do have to get up and get ready,” he reminded her.

She was more interested in his mouth, hands, and cock.

They were far more interesting.