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His gaze lands on mine, and I think he’s read my mind, because even as tired as we are, we walk toward each other and collide in the middle of the room. His hot, deep kisses warm me from the inside out. He moans into my mouth, making my bones vibrate like a love song that brings me back to life.

“If I would have known, I would have run here.” I shiver in his arms.

“Why do you think I carried you? It was faster.”

He laughs into our kiss, and I shiver again.

“Shower. Now,” he says.

Rain jackets are shrugged off shoulders. We kiss. Tops are yanked over heads. We kiss. Biker pants and shorts are peeled off. We kiss. We hop on one foot at a time to roll off socks, and we kiss.

Gio flips on the hot water in the shower, making the mirrors steam. Then he returns to me, flips my sports bra over my head, and flings it aside.

“My God, I’ll never get tired of seeing you naked.”

He kisses my shoulders, my breasts, and then I twine my fingers into his hair as he drops to his knees. He inches my bikini bottoms off my hips until they puddle around my feet. He kisses my navel as his fingers sink into my butt cheeks, but then he unexpectedly tugs my pussy into his face, smothering himself.

“Gio, I just hiked all day.” I wriggle away with a nervous laugh.

He rises and captures me. He’s always unwilling to let me go. “You smell like . . .” He sniffs my shoulders and then licks them. “Taco-flavored Doritos.”

“Ew.” I laugh into his kiss and release his pants. They hit the floor, along with his boxer jocks, and his cock springs free.

“What? I love taco-flavored Doritos. Let me prove it to you.” He looks me over like a snack.

“So many promises.” I wrap my hand around his girth and walk him backward into the hot spray of the shower.

We audibly sigh when the water heats us. Tense muscles relax. Dirt washes down the drain. We clean each other’s hair, then soap chests, muscles, and curves. Once fresh, we bypass the towels but keep our bodies pressed close as we stumble toward the bed.

He sits in the center of the mattress, and I climb on and straddle him. We kiss, chest pressed to chest, until I push his torso back. I cover him with a condom and join our bodies. There’s a shared moan of relief when I sink onto him.

Gio licks his lips. “I love watching you take control and ride my cock.”

His interest glides from my face to my breasts to where we meet. He’s doing that thing again, where he studies me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He makes me believe I am.

With our hands clasped, it’s sensual and intimate with quiet shared breaths. There’s a luxury in taking our time with each other. In this slow-moving quest, we can watch every expression, consider every whimper, and revel in a deeper connection. My thighs burn as I roll my hips in defined commanding circles, drilling myself into him. And, oh God, if I could keep this going forever, I would.

“Fuck yes.” Gio’s jaw muscle flexes. Somehow, he’s harder and more unforgiving with each slide across my G-spot.

“Gio.”

I arch back to rub his length against my front wall. As I slowly bounce, he places his hand on my lower abdomen and presses down, and somehow it intensifies the feeling. I suck in a ragged hiss at the pressure and the unexpected orgasm unfurling in slow motion. It’s heady, deep, and complex, like molasses and the most decadent experience I’ve ever had.

I ride it out in a long finish and then collapse on his chest from exhaustion—from today, from this year, from an entire life of waiting for him.

“You’re not done yet, kitten. You’re going to come again and again.”

“I don’t think I can do it.” I clutch his chest.

“Be my passenger, princess. Let me drive for a while.” Gio kisses my forehead before propping me back up. I’m ready to fight him until he takes control of my hips and moves me against his cock, repeating the same movements.

Even though I’ve lost all sense of time and space in my exhaustion, I feel the surge. With him playing me like a joystick, he has my heart racing and my body preening all over again. I come, my pussy convulsing harder the second time.

“One more, kitten,” he warns.

I don’t think I have the energy until we move together. He kisses me while he slowly bounces me on his cock, like we’re riding into the sunset. All the while, Gio murmurs words of encouragement, words of endearment, words of hunger and lust, and I suck them into my mouth and eat them like a woman being fed with the nourishment of love.

It’s a buffet, and Gio is my personal chef.