Page 86 of Unraveled

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.”

Of course it was.

Cara liked to say that it was him who had a gift with his mouth and tongue, but he didn’t think she was aware of her little talent. The second her lips encased his cock, and she took him deep into her throat without slowing once, Gian was in fucking heaven. She always knew how to suck him, hard on the swallow, and looser on the way up. Her tongue swirled at the head of his shaft, while her teeth teased along the pulsing vein that matched the beats of his heart.

And fuck, she didn’t give him a break. She didn’t slow.

She sucked and sucked, while her fingers dug into his thighs. She didn’t stop when his fingers weaved into her hair so that he could hold her down on his cock, and her throat flexed in the best way around his shaft when his hips bucked upward, wanting more still.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbled in a hard groan. “Suck my fucking cock, Tesoro. Just like that.”

He called Cara a lot of things in bed.

His slut.

An angel.

Sexy. Beautiful. Filthy.

But treasure—that one probably fit her best.

Especially when she was sucking him off.