CHAPTER 30
Edoardo
Her two-to-four p.m. call ends the second the clock turns, and Caroline rises in one fluid motion.
The laptop snaps shut, her glasses tossed carelessly aside, and then she’s striding toward me with unmistakable intent.
She grabs me, hauling me into her body, her mouth crashing onto mine with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs.
Her chest presses flush to mine, heat bleeding through fabric.
I have never been more aroused than this. I’ve already come hard enough this morning to see stars, multiple times, and yet the instant she shows that raw, unguarded need for me, my cock throbs painfully against my zipper, pulsing like it’s been waiting all day.
“You’ll be the death of me, Cara,” I murmur against her mouth, tearing open the buttons of her blouse, fabric giving way beneath impatient hands.
She was wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts beneath the desk during that entire conference call. It was only video, but the thought of anyone else even imagining her like that sparks a dark, possessive heat in my chest.
“Do your worst, Edoardo,” she breathes, lips parted as I palm the soft weight of her breasts.
“There isn’t a single surface in this library I haven’t fucked you on,” I whisper, mouth grazing her jaw. “Where do you want me to take you now?”
“I believe someone promised to fuck me in my bathroom,” she says, a teasing challenge curling through her voice, and it hits me low and hard.
“Didn’t we just cross that off the list?” I nip her lower lip, dragging my mouth down toward her chin. “Somebody was begging me to let her come right before her call.”
“That was the bathtub,” she says with a soft laugh. “What about the shower?”
“Ah.” I grin, hitching her legs around my waist and lifting her effortlessly. I carry her down the hall, kicking her bedroom door open and shut behind us, then straight into the bathroom.
I step into the shower still fully clothed, her bare skin warm and smooth against my chest. I turn the water on and shield her with my body as the first cold spray hits, making her gasp and cling tighter.
Within seconds it turns warm, steam beginning to rise as my mouth finds her neck, and her tongue traces the shell of my ear, slipping inside, sending a shudder down my spine.
I kept my filthy promise this morning. I never let her make it to work without trembling legs.
We stayed locked in her bedroom, fucking until we were nothing but a breathless, tangled heap of skin and sweat.
She matched every ragged breath, every gasp, every cry.
We barely paused to eat when she ordered food to be sent up to her room, taking distracted bites before our hands wandered again.
The only interruption was that one call she couldn’t avoid.
Otherwise, we were inseparable - me buried deep inside her, or both of us shaking in the aftermath of another climax, circling each other like starving predators.
We told ourselves it was because we’d been apart too long. And now she wants me again.
My mouth drifts lower along her throat, teeth grazing, lips sucking marks into her damp skin.
My hand slides between her thighs, fingers brushing the slick heat there, and I swear softly.
I bring my hand up, pressing my wet fingers against her lips until she parts them, then slide them into her mouth.
We kiss, tasting her arousal together, tongues slow and decadent.
“You see what you do to me, Cara,” I murmur, pressing my body into hers, letting her feel exactly how hard I am. “Just watching you on that call in those shorts was enough to do this to me. Good thing no one else could see below the desk.”
“Edoardo…” she whimpers, grinding back against me. “Please.”
Her hands slip between us, fumbling with my soaked pants, freeing me at last. Our mouths crash together in a wet, open kiss before I drop to my knees, the tile cool beneath me, my head between her thighs.
She gasps as my tongue drags through her center, slow and deliberate. I lick again, savoring her taste, then draw that sensitive bundle into my mouth, sucking firmly, teasing with my teeth before devouring her with tongue and lips, relentless and greedy.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me there as she arches, pushing herself against my mouth. I pin her hip with one hand, letting her writhe as I suck harder, then plunge my tongue deeper, drinking in every sound she makes.
She cries out, hands sliding up to clutch her breasts, kneading them, chasing more sensation. The sight alone nearly undoes me.
I rise and turn her to face the marble wall. One arm braces above her head to shield her from the hard surface, the other tangled in her hair to hold her steady. I roll my hips forward and sink into her heat.
A raw groan tears from my throat. Nothing has ever felt like this, this molten pressure, this perfect grip of her body around me.
I push deeper, lifting her hip to change the angle, then drive into her hard. Her inner muscles clamp down, pulsing, dragging a shudder from my chest.
My cock slides in and out of her slick heat, and I want her lost in it, lost in us, until the world disappears. Steam curls around us, water streaming over our bodies as we collide again and again, skin slapping wetly, breath breaking into rough, animalistic sounds.
I grip her hair loosely, thrusting harder, deeper.
Her bare breasts press against the marble, her mouth open in silent cries while the only sounds filling the room are our moans, the rush of water, the slick rhythm of flesh on flesh, my balls striking her with each stroke as she pushes back to meet me.
Her eyes are wild when she glances back, and I lose the last thread of restraint.
I drive into her, pull out, slam back in again and again until her body tightens and she shatters with a broken cry.
Her thighs clamp around me as the orgasm rips through her.
The sensation sends me spiraling; I thrust wildly, chasing my own release until it crashes over me, spilling deep inside her as both our bodies shake.
For a long moment I keep us upright, arms braced around her as we cling together under the hot spray, breathing hard, hearts hammering.
Too good. It feels too good, still buried inside her warmth, our bodies fused.
I rest my forehead against her shoulder, breathing her in, the realization settling deep and steady.
I’m going to be patient with her, with us.
Because I’m not just fucking her.
I’m not just falling for her.
I love her.