Let Me Love You

We’d made love. Soft and slow. Sensual and passionate.

Her whisper of, “I love you,” as I’d plunged into her had rattled free emotions locked within my chest I hadn’t realized had been stuck there.

But with my girl naked and tangled in the sheets on my hotel bed right now, I was ready to take her how I knew she wanted next. Hot and dirty.

“We skipped a few bases in taking things slow.” She teased her tongue along the seam of her lips while circling her erect nipple with her nail.

“I was never much of a baseball player. Don’t know the rules.” I took my heavy cock in my hand, stroking myself in preparation to go again. I’d given myself a ten-minute break. A cold slice of pizza chased down by wine as an energy reboot. I was prepared to join her, but my phone buzzing on the nightstand had her gaze flying that way. “Ignore it.”

“It could be important.” She rolled over and snatched it. “It’s a text from your brother.”

I sighed. “Which one?”

She read the notification. “Alessandro, and it says, ‘Have you asked her?’”

Shit. I lunged onto the bed, freeing the phone from her hand in one fast movement.

“Asked me what?” She chuckled while my fingers raced over the keys to respond.

Me: Not yet. And you almost blew it.

Alessandro: Just making sure you follow through.

Me: I swear, for a man who claims not to have a heart, you have the biggest one of all.

I set the phone on the dresser and silenced it like I should’ve done before, then focused back on the beautiful woman on my bed.

“So.” She set her back to the headboard, sitting upright, holding the sheet to hide her nakedness. “What do you want to ask me?”

“Well.” I joined her on the bed, going for the sheet, and peeled it free from her grasp so I could get a look at her.

Soft, supple skin I wanted to trace my lips over. Puckered nipples. A swollen clit from our lovemaking I wanted to taste for the second time tonight. And her mouth, God, did I want to kiss her, have our breaths become one.

She chewed on her lip as I lost myself in the moment, just taking in the sight of her. She reached out and swept her finger along the wings of the guardian-angel tattoo on my chest. “What do you want to ask me?”

I held her wrist and brought her hand up to my mouth and kissed her palm, never losing hold of her eyes.

“Don’t make me wait.” She fake-pouted. “I promise I’ll behave if you tell me.”

She wriggled side to side, moving her hips, and I laughed, knowing she didn’t want to be good. My naughty girl wanted to feel the heavy weight of my hand on that ass of hers. The sting that I’d smooth my hand over and kiss away. And my balls tightened with anticipation.

“The guest room when my family visits needs to be far away from our bedroom,” I said. “Like, on the other side of the neighborhood so they don’t hear you scream my name.”

“Oh, really?” She smiled as I lowered her hand and positioned it between her thighs, urging her to touch herself.

Her eyes slid down between us to her sex. “Touch yourself. Show me what you’ve been doing these last four weeks. Show me how you’ve been getting yourself off.”

I let go of her hand to secure a grip on my cock, sitting on my heels, watching my woman slide a finger along the seam of her sex, spreading open her pussy for me.

“I haven’t touched myself, actually,” she whispered, and I drew in a ragged breath at her words. “Tonight was the first time I’ve gotten off since New York.”

I wouldn’t be able to say the same. “So you can be good, I see.”

“I take it you were a bad boy?” Her smile met her eyes as she continued to touch herself.

“Oh, I was fucking horrible.” I grinned, letting go of my shaft. “I jacked off at least three times a day. In my defense, you’ve been teasing the hell out of me for a month. And I couldn’t stop thinking about this naughty little mouth taking every inch of me.” I moved her hand aside to touch her myself, finding her soaked. “And how could I forget how tight and delicious you are down here?”

“You’re playing dirty and distracting me from the question you’ve yet to ask.” She removed my hand, and I grunted. “Don’t leave me in suspense, mister.”

My gaze fell to her full tits, and I smoothed her nipple between my finger and thumb, drawing it into a hard point, and she surrendered a little moan that time. Yeah, I was playing dirty, and my girl liked it.

“I think it’s time you hear my list that’s only partially checked off.” My heart was racing, but how could it not?

“Oh?” She angled her head, and I freed her nipple and shifted to sit with my back to the headboard, and then I had her straddle me, her pussy dangerously close to my cock. And so help me, if she moved an inch, I’d fill her without anything between us. “What’s on your list? Is it like mine?” She teased her brows up and down a few times.

I reached around and squeezed her ass cheek, loving the feel of her in my palm. “It’s a little different than yours.” I smiled. “A four-bedroom house in your sister’s neighborhood. Well, I already checked that off my list. Made an offer last week.”

Her eyes fell between us for a quiet moment, disbelief racing across her features, and I shifted her thick hair to her back. “Wait, what?”

“I hope you don’t mind, but houses there go fast. And I thought you’d like to live in the same neighborhood.”

“That cute place down the street that was on the market for only an hour . . . that was you?”

I nodded, and she crushed her body against mine, throwing her arms over my shoulders, hugging me. “So you don’t mind?”

“I don’t even know how to explain how happy you just made me. I don’t have words.”

“Thank God I’m some great wordsmith, then, huh?” I answered once she leaned back to find my eyes, and I held her chin. “Want to hear more of the list?”

She quietly nodded.

“A sibling for Chiara.” I paused. “And to be your husband. Still need to check—”

“Are you asking . . .”

“I’m asking.” I guided her face closer, drawing her mouth near mine.

“You know, for a man who doesn’t know the rules to baseball, you’re pretty great at home runs.” A few tears escaped down her cheeks as she smiled.

“Is that a yes?” I hoarsely asked, hating I didn’t have a ring. And although I’d asked her dad a week ago for permission to marry her without a specific timeline in mind, on the flight home today I’d decided it’d be tonight. I couldn’t wait. I’d closed the book when it came to my past, and Maria and Chiara were my future. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, I will marry you.” No hesitation, not even a little. She eagerly nodded before kissing me. Soft and delicate before it turned bold and ravenous. When she broke away, she said, “I have a request, though.”

“Anything, Tesoro.” I slanted my brows, studying her. Unsure if I’d ever experienced a feeling of happiness like I was right now, knowing she’d be my wife.

“Well, since nothing about our relationship has exactly been conventional, what if we take our chances and go with the flow?”

I wasn’t following, so I just smiled and waited for her to explain. Damn, I was so in love with this adorable woman.

“No condoms. If it happens before we’re married, it happens,” she finally said. “What do you say?”

“What do I say?” A hearty laugh fell from my lips, and I had this woman face down in a second, holding the weight of my body over her. “I’ll show you, cara mia,” I murmured against her ear, the head of my cock nudging her pussy.

She hooked her feet around my calves and pleaded, “Then show me.”

I did as my girl asked, filling her deep. Slamming into her tight pussy over and over, holding her at the nape of her neck. “Fuck,” I groaned, feeling her walls tighten around me, and I internally cursed at how phenomenal she felt. “You’re going to get me in trouble if I get you pregnant before our wedding, aren’t you?”

“Just with my parents.” She lightly laughed. “You can handle them.” Maria lifted her chin and mouthed, “Fire,” before winking.

I wet my lips, shaking my head. “You’re asking for it. You can’t help but be bad.” I slid free from her, and she moaned at the loss of contact.

“And you know exactly what to do with me.”

My lips spread into a slow grin as I rasped, “Oh, believe me, I do.” I stood and scooped her into my arms and tossed her over my shoulder, slapping her ass hard, and she squealed. I carried her toward the window and set her down, sliding open the curtains. “I’m pretty sure sex against a window, risking someone seeing us, is on that list of yours, right?”

“Yes,” she confessed with her back to the glass. I hooked her leg to my side and hoisted her up just enough to position my cock at her center. “Give it to me. Hard and dirty,” she nearly panted as her pussy swallowed my length in one fast movement, and she cried out.

Gritting down on my teeth, I slapped my free hand on the glass over her shoulder and leaned in and kissed her as I gave it to her just as she wanted. As we both needed.

I’d never get tired of her. She was mine. A real treasure. And I had truly been lost without her.

And now . . . I was finally found.