Chapter 13 – Giovanni #2
I push into her, pulling out slowly. Her tight pussy getting wettier with each thrust.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” She opens her eyes as she arches her back off the bed. I sink my fingers into her hair and pick up my pace. Moving faster, but with every bit of passion. “I’m so in love with you, Siena.”
She reaches up and rests her hand against my cheek. Her eyes swim with tears but the smile on her beautiful face lets me know those tears aren’t a bad thing.
“I’m so in love with you too, Giovanni,” she whispers on a moan.
I don’t break my eye contact, not once. My hips move faster, my cock hits harder, but I keep my eyes locked on hers.
“I’m so close,” she cries out, pulling at my hair as her soft voice echoes around us.
“I feel you, sweetheart. Your wet pussy gripping my cock, trying to rip my release from me too.”
Her moans get louder. Her body arches off the bed. Her grip on my hair tightens. She’s going to come. It’s a powerful feeling knowing that I am the one to be able to make her feel like this. To have her body react to my touch.
“Giovanni!” she whispers as a tear rolls down her cheek.
In that moment, as her release finds her, something happens. A connect. A feeling. Something I’ve never experienced before. Maybe our souls connecting or maybe our lives fusing together. Whatever it is, it’s fucking beautiful.
As she rides out her release, I don’t even try to stop mine. “Siena,” I groan, still lost in her eyes.
We cling to each other, holding on to whatever it was we just experienced.
“Did you feel that?” I ask, kissing her temple.
“I did.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I confess.
She lifts her head and grins, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Me either, but I think that’s what happens when you make love to the person you truly love.”
I kiss her softly, overwhelmed, but in the most amazing away. “You’re right, sweetheart. So fucking right.”
Later, when we’re tangled in my sheets, the room still humming with the city’s heartbeat, Siena rests her head on my chest. I run my fingers through her hair, inhaling the soft scent of her shampoo.
“I told you I’d prove it,” I murmur.
She tilts her chin up to meet my gaze, her eyes shining. “You’re doing a pretty damn good job.”
We fall asleep with her tucked into my side, my hand on her back, the city outside a blur of light and sound. We both know that tonight wasn’t just romantic. It was a promise.
Sunlight spills through the sheer curtains, painting a soft glow across the bedroom. For a moment, I’m not Giovanni DeLuca, son of a mob boss, or the man constantly juggling power plays and threats. I’m just a guy waking up next to the woman he loves.
Siena is draped half across me, her leg hooked over mine, her hair fanned across my chest. Her slow, even breathing makes my heart squeeze. I’ve been starving for this kind of peace without even knowing it. I press a kiss to her forehead, and she stirs, her lips brushing against my collarbone.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, her voice husky from sleep. “Morning.”
“Morning, sweetheart.” My voice is rough, still coated with sleep.
She props herself up on her elbow, her hair a tangled halo. “You’re even handsome when you’re unconscious. It’s unfair.”
I grin and slide my hand along her spine. “You weren’t complaining last night.”
She laughs softly, then traces small circles on my chest. “No complaints. Zero.”
For a while, we just stay entangled, breathing each other in. Eventually, Siena slips out of bed, one of my T-shirts hanging off her shoulders, looking sexy as hell. She pads barefoot to the kitchen, and I follow, admiring the way the sunlight shines on her.
She puts on coffee while I start a quick breakfast of eggs and toast, nothing fancy. The smell of espresso fills the air, blending with her perfume lingering on my skin. Siena hums under her breath, stealing a piece of toast before I’ve even plated it.
“Hey,” I tease. “That will cost you.”
She grins mischievously, crumbs at the corner of her lips. “Pretty sure I tipped you plenty last night.”
I choke on a laugh and pull her close, kissing her temple. God, she fits here. She fits everywhere.
We eat at the counter, her legs swinging against the cabinet, the city stretched out below us. Every glance, every brush of her fingers against mine, feels electric but comfortable, like something we were always meant to find.
Then my phone buzzes. Insistent, demanding. The name flashing on the screen tightens my chest. It’s Vince, my father’s right-hand man. He wouldn’t call this early unless it was serious.
I swallow the curse building on my tongue and answer, keeping my voice even. “Yeah?”
Vince’s tone is sharp. “We’ve got a situation. Carlo wants you at the casino. Now.”
My jaw flexes. I glance at Siena, who’s watching me closely, her fork paused midair. “Understood. I’ll be there in twenty.” I hang up and set the phone down a little too hard.
Her brow furrows. “What’s wrong?”
I force a small, reassuring smile as I get up.“Work. Something I can’t ignore.”
She slides off the stool, crossing the room to stand in front of me. Her hands press to my chest, her eyes searching mine. “Giovanni.”
I cup her face in my palms, leaning my forehead to hers. “I’m sorry. I hate leaving like this. Stay. I want you here. I’ll be back later. I promise.”
She hesitates, then nods, though I can see the flicker of worry in her gaze. “Be careful.”
“I will.” I kiss her deeply, trying to pour every unspoken word of gratitude, longing, and regret into that one moment.
As I grab my jacket and head for the door, I glance back. Siena is standing in my kitchen, drowning in my T-shirt, watching me go. And all I can think is how badly I want to finish the morning the way it started, being wrapped up in her, forgetting the world outside.
But the world doesn’t let me forget.