CHAPTER 51
Edoardo
Caroline shifts in her seat, crossing her legs beneath the table. The silk of her dress whispers as it moves. Her gaze lifts and her lips part just slightly as she sees me.
And all I can think about is those lips on mine, the sound she’d make if she moaned into my mouth. I imagine the silk sliding under my hands, smooth as her skin, fabric pushed aside so can feel the warm, bare softness beneath. I picture her eyes, heavy-lidded, drifting closed as I move inside her.
God. I’m already hard just looking at her.
Elena’s bright laugh cuts through the moment, shattering it but not cleanly. The tension lingers, humming under my skin.
My hands tighten around my glass. I imagine them undressing her, palming her ass, dragging her against me, flicking her nipples, then plunging inside her. My cock throbs, aching, insistent. I can’t stand it anymore.
I stride over and lean in close. “May I steal Caroline for a few minutes? We’ve got a call with some friends.”
One eyebrow lifts just a fraction, but she flashes that brilliant smile. “Kate, you two make yourselves at home. Gigi’s over there with Connor and Celina. We’ll be back soon.”
We’ve been back together a month, and I still can’t get enough. Every touch, every glance sends heat rushing through me, burning away any illusion of control.
“Don’t worry about us,” Kate, whom I was introduced to only minutes ago, says with a small smile. “I don’t need Celina. Your excellent cocktails and hors d’oeuvres will keep us busy.”
I take Caroline’s hand and lead her to our room. Caroline swatted the idea of me buying a place in London immediately. I moved in shortly after we got back together. Those miserable months of being apart and our constant travels are more than enough for distance and independence, we both agreed.
The second the door clicks shut, my mouth crashes onto hers, my hands already fumbling for the buttons of her dress.
“Fuck buttons,” I growl into the kiss.
“You can’t tear it.” She laughs and pulls back just enough to work them herself. “I have to wear it later. Take off your clothes.” Her breath’s warm against my lips and that smirk in her voice is wicked.
I love her. Every single inch of my body reacts to her, reaches for her, desires her, only her.
Everything about her is mine to treasure and I have no shame admitting that I’m desperately in love with my woman.
If asked, I wouldn’t hesitate to broadcast from the top of London eyes or the Empire States building that I love Caroline. I love her that fucking much.
I strip in seconds, hands racing. She finishes the last button and I drag the dress up her body, our mouths colliding again. We haven’t even moved away from the door.
“God, I can’t get enough of you, Cara,” I murmur, grinding against her softness.
She arches into me, arms looping around my neck, pulling me deeper. We’re all wild and desperate kisses. My tongue traces hers, drawing soft, helpless sounds from her.
The kisses are intoxicating, but I’m already on the edge. I need to be inside her.
I hook her legs around my waist, pressing her against the wall, kissing her harder.
She laughs breathlessly against my mouth. “We did the wall last night. And the tub. I want to ride you now.”
Neither of us has been able to keep our hands or our mouths to ourselves. The last few weeks have been a blur of explosive, insatiable sex. I’ve ruined four, maybe five of her dresses, tearing them apart when they refused to fall fast enough.
We even sent the house staff away for a four-day weekend just so we could be alone.
And still, minutes after she’d come so hard that she saw stars, one glimpse of her nipples peaking through silk pajamas would have me on my knees again, my head buried between her thighs.
We’ve been feral for each other, unable to stop, unwilling to try.
“Okay,” I manage, my voice rough with want.
We barely make it to the couch. I drop onto it and she straddles me, that wicked smile playing on her lips, promising she’s nowhere near done teasing.
I pull her down into a deep, slow kiss before trailing my mouth to her ear, sucking the sensitive skin, grazing it with my teeth. My lips move down her neck, lingering, while my hands cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until she moans softly into the air between us.
“Delicious,” I murmur. “I’m going to make you beg tonight, after the guests leave.”
“You promise?” she breathes, words breaking apart. “Like last night?”
“You want the tub again or rain shower?” I ask against her collarbone.
“Yes… more of the tub,” she gasps as my mouth closes around her nipple, sucking.
“Hold them for me, Cara.”
She lifts her breasts, offering them, squeezing gently while I take my time. The sight alone sends heat roaring through me.
“The other side.” She obeys, and I switch, one hand kneading the breast she leaves, the other gripping her ass.
“Ready for my tongue?” I whisper.
Her answer is a soft, helpless sound as I ease us back. She climbs over me, completely bare, eyes dark with want.
“Sit on my face.”
She does. My hands slide along her thighs, fingers teasing her clit, drawing a louder moan. “Not so loud,” I murmur. “Save it.”
Then my tongue finds her, and we both groan. Her taste floods my senses, sweet and intoxicating. I dive in, slow at first, then deeper, letting her grind against my mouth, her thighs tightening around my head.
She rocks harder, chasing the sensation. I pull her closer, holding her steady as my tongue works inside her, relentless.
“Delicious,” I breathe against her.
When the angle makes it hard to control, I shift her onto her hands and knees. I kiss down her spine, pressing her shoulders lower, leaving her completely open to me, at my mercy.
One finger slides inside and she cries out softly. I pump slowly, then faster, adding another. Her hand clamps around my arm as I thrust my fingers deeper.
“More… I want more,” she pleads.
“Take it, Cara.” A third finger, pushing, curling, driving her closer. Her body tightens, breath shattering.
“I’m… I’m…”
Two more hard and fast strokes and she breaks apart, shuddering, her body clenching around my hand.
I grip her waist and flip us, settling back as she straddles me, flushed, damp, breathtaking.
“Ride me,” I tell her softly.
She doesn’t hold back. She rides me hard, her movement fast and wild and desperate as her juices drip all over me. The room fills with breathless sounds and the slick slap of naked, sweaty flesh. I thrust up to meet her, desperate for more, for deeper.
“So tight,” I gasp. “Fucking perfect.”
She grinds down, taking me deeper, her rhythm faltering as she teeters on the edge again. I lift my hips higher, driving up into her, meeting every drop of her body with a hard, unrelenting thrust.
Deeper. Again. Again.
A broken cry rips from her as I hit just right, and my control unravels with hers.
Her body clamps down, trembling, and the sensation is overwhelming.
I thrust once more, hard, and she shatters, her muscles tightening around me.
The feeling sends me over with her, pleasure crashing through my body as I shudder, emptying myself inside her.
I keep my arms wrapped around her as Caroline lies on top of me, our bodies still fused together, both of us breathing hard, hearts hammering in the quiet aftermath.
When we finally start to come down, I reach for tissues, gently wiping the streaks of mascara smudged across her cheeks.
She looks devastating like this - face flushed, makeup smeared, lips swollen, eyes heavy-lidded and soft. Beautiful, wrecked, and freshly fucked by me.
My woman. Mine.
We lie like that for a few more minutes, bodies tangled, until our breathing finally settles into something resembling normal.
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Should we go back down? Or just… stay here?”
She laughs softly, the sound warm against my skin. “The host with the most disappearing acts? Is that the reputation we’re going for?”
“Hmm.” I brush my fingers along her arm. “Do you think they’d even care if we vanished?”
“No, they wouldn’t.” She tilts her head, pressing lazy kisses into my chest. “But they’d definitely talk. And Con would never pass up the chance to tease me. I bet he’s down there timing us.”
“At least we didn’t come back down within three minutes.”
We both burst out laughing.
“Okay, we should clean up and go down,” she says, pushing herself up to look at me, eyes bright and still, wicked. “Then I have you for the rest of the night, right?”
I pull her back down and kiss her deeply and slowly. “Of course you do. You have me for the rest of the night. Until you beg. And you have me for the rest of our lives too. So, be prepared.”
“I’m always ready when it comes to you.” She smiles, then her expression turns even more mischievous. “Although I learned somewhere, can’t remember where… that feathers can enhance the experience… so you might have something to make up for your lack of…”
I tackle her back onto the couch before she can finish, her laugh dissolving into a gasp. Who cares if our guests have to wait a little longer. I have my woman beneath me, and nothing in the world matters more than making her beg, making her say my name again and again.
My mouth finds hers, hungry and insistent.
My hands slide down, finding her heat, my fingers slipping inside as she arches.
I take my time, worshipping her body with my mouth, my teeth, my tongue, lingering over her breasts and her already peaked nipples, letting every touch build until the tension hums between us.
I move with her, filling and stretching her with my cock and my brutal thrusts. Our moans and broken words fill the room as I fuck us to a sweaty mess. I ride her wild, wringing out every drop of sensation until the edge finally breaks and we shatter together.
We collapse back onto the couch, bodies aligned, skin still warm and slick, my body sated, but my mind startlingly clear.
It isn’t the kind of clarity that arrives like a lightning strike.
It’s quieter, like a tide finally reaching the place it was always meant to go.
It feels inevitable, like every road I’ve taken - wrong turns, breakup, hurts, long detours - has been bending back toward this, to the woman who makes my chest feel too full for my ribs, whose smile lives in my heart rent-free, who makes me miss her every second we are apart, who makes me ache until we get back together.
I press another kiss into her hair, breathing her in, and letting that quiet clarity settle deeper.
I know exactly what I’m going to do next.