Gus sucks in a sharp breath. “Did Florian know?”
I nod my head against him. “He wasn’t picking up my calls, so I had to tell him in a voice mail, but yes, he knew.”
His jaw locks, his eyes filling with a violent rage he’s trying desperately to keep in check. “So that night at the show…when he…” He trails off.
“Yes.”
Another harsh breath. “I’m really glad I didn’t know that the first time I met him. Okay. Tell me.”
“I had an ectopic. Had to have emergency surgery. I lost the baby and potentially my ability to have kids.” I gnaw on my lip, staring up at him. I realize it’s a silly thing to be worried about given how new this is between us, but I don’t want to hide that from him either. He should know because I know he wants a million kids.
You can just tell.
Gus closes his eyes, his forehead dropping to mine, his hands on my face, holding me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. “I’m so sorry, beautiful girl. I can’t imagine what that must have been like for you. He didn’t come, right?”
“No. He didn’t.”
Gus’ arms snake around me, tightening, holding me so close. No close is close enough right now. I can feel his anger and agony with this. I can feel everything from him because he’s not one to hold back.
It’s one of my favorite things about him.
“You in my arms is the one reason I’m still standing here and not out in the middle of the night chasing his pathetic, waste of life, should-not-even-have-the-benefit-of-breathing-let-alone-looking-at-you-or-talking-to-you, ass,” he growls, each syllable of every word pushed out through tight lips, his gray eyes blazing. “I know you’re scared about us. I know it’s new and intense. But I would never do something like that to you. Never, Naomi. You hear me? You feel what I’m saying to you right now?”
I kiss his chest. “I do. Thank you.”
“Don’t fucking thank me. I’m incensed. There might actually not be a word invented yet to describe my level of super-sonic pissed. I’m seriously plotting strangling the fucker before beating him to his death if I see him again.”
“I’m not really a conjugal visit type of girl.”
He chuckles and with that sound, some of his rigid tension floats away. His face dips down, his eyes still locked on mine as his tongue sweeps out, tasting my lips. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“What—” Only the words die on my tongue as Gus drops down to his knees. “Gus. The glass—”
“Is all cleaned up.” His stormy gaze meets mine, his hands on my thighs as he turns me, spreading them wide and settling in between. “I’m laying it out for you, Naomi. Do with it what you will.” I blink, stunned, staring down at him. “I need you. Can I have you?”
Jesus. My teeth sink into my lip and I nod my head.
Doesn’t he know? I’m already his.
He drags my panties to the side and licks me, from my very core all the way up to my sensitive bundle of nerves where he sucks it into his mouth. A deep moan slips from my lips. His eyes are on mine. And they’re filled to the brim with emotion. For me. How I found myself here with him is anyone’s guess. But that doesn’t change this reality.
My fingers drag through his soft hair. His eyes. Gunmetal and gorgeous.
And I know I’m falling for him too.
He licks at me more before I’m suddenly dragged off the counter with a loud yelp and a startled laugh. He tugs me into his chest, easing my descent until I’m on the ground and my clothes are stripped from me.
“On top,” he rasps, lying on my kitchen floor and lowering me down onto his thick, hard cock. I rock into him instinctively as his hands grip my waist. I test the feeling. The way he’s still staring up at me. The desire of being so in control over this man and his pleasure.
The way he fucking wants me.
I rock forward and backward. Bounce up and down. My long hair falls over my chest and he pushes it back over my shoulders, staring at my tits at they bounce and sway along with my body. His hands cup me, squeezing me hard enough that I whimper, moan louder as he pinches each of my nipples.
“These fucking tits, Naomi. Christ, I’m obsessed with your tits.”
“Harder, Gus.”
He slaps one of them before squeezing harder and we both groan, the sensation of it shooting to my clit.
“I want to fuck these tits of yours so bad. You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten myself off to that. I want to come all over them and then rub it into your beautiful skin. They’re mine now.”
He slaps them again and I go crazy with that. The sting of the slap and the pleasure of him inside of me almost too much.
“You’re a kinky bitch, aren’t you? You want that. Tell me so.”
I am a kinky bitch. Or maybe that’s just him making me so because I think right now, I’d do anything he asked and love the hell out of it. “I’m your kinky bitch.”
“Goddamn right. Cup your tits, Naomi. Play with your nipples and tell me how good it feels.”
I obey instantly, wanting to look into his eyes as he watches me touch myself. He says he’s obsessed with my tits. I’m obsessed with the way he looks at me. I’ve never been turned on more than when Gus looks at me like this.
“Your hands feel better.”
He groans, placing his hands over mine and massaging me, toying with me, driving me insane with how good this feels.
I stare down at the point where we’re connected. Where he slides in and out of me, his cock wet, coated with my arousal. He tracks my gaze and growls, moving one of his hands to my hips, the other to my clit that he begins to rub in delicious circles.
My eyes roll back in my head.
Such sweet torturous pleasure zaps up my spine.
My movements falter, the pleasure too intense to keep up this pace. He helps guide me on him until I’m beyond lost in the moment, my head falling back as I let loose. Taking, taking, taking.
God, I never want to stop.
The build-up is so painfully exquisite. I can’t stop the moans. The pants. The clawing at his flesh and the begging for more.
My orgasm builds to a flowing crescendo, something liquid and unrestrained. Something that overtakes my cells and spreads from my core outward. Gus sits up, licking and biting at my breasts, groaning and hissing curses as I clench around him.
It’s too much. Too intense. My face plants into his chest and he holds me as he pistons up, exploding inside of me and… “Fuck,” he howls. “Fuck.”
Clutching him closer, I lick up his chest to the crook of his neck. He breathes in the scent of my hair and I open my eyes, staring at nothing. I blink. Smile so wide I can hardly contain it until it bubbles out of me in the form of a giggle.
“Wow. That was…”
“Yeah. It seriously was.”
I giggle again and I can feel a small chuckle rumble from his chest. He slaps my ass before pinching it and I yelp. “Are you mad I called you a kinky bitch? It sort of slipped out.”
I laugh. “Not even a little.”
“Good. I liked it too. Do you have any idea how dirty my mind is when it comes to this beautiful body of yours?”
“No. But I like where you’re going with this. I like dirty, Gus. Don’t be afraid to give it to me.”