Wild and Wicked, page 10
Though, in hindsight, he didn’t think she’d been on any ledge because he hadn’t sensed a great deal of anxiety in Gianna either.
When he’d walked into the bathroom, he’d expected to find her sobbing, devastated, terrified, not standing calmly in front of the mirror. He’d gone in there ready to offer comfort, a shoulder to cry on.
Hell, he probably should have been shedding a few tears of his own.
Instead, they’d hugged, crawled back into bed, and then he’d pushed off the “what-if” conversation, proclaiming they could have it after they knew for sure.
Elio suspected that probably wasn’t the smartest decision. This was a big fucking deal, so they should definitely sit down and spend some serious time talking about it. He’d initially pushed it off because they’d still been under the effects of the tequila. He could broach the subject today.
But he wouldn’t.
Because what he’d thought last night, and what he was still thinking today, was so fucking foreign to him, he couldn’t make peace with it…
If she was pregnant, he wanted to marry her.
Wanted to marry a woman he barely knew after spending two nights stuck in a cabin with her.
Those words had been on the tip of his tongue when he’d hugged her in the bathroom, and they were the reason why he’d shut up so quick.
He’d figured sober Elio would come to his senses.
He hadn’t. Which meant he wasn’t talking about what happened last night until he’d gotten the hell back home and managed to get his head screwed back on straight.
Gianna stirred again, and he recognized the moment she woke up. She stiffened slightly in his arms, then, to his delight, she went soft once more. He gave her breast a squeeze to let her know he was awake too.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice husky with sleep as she turned over to face him.
He smiled, then moved forward, giving her a quick kiss. Her brow creased, with confusion or surprise. Had she expected him to stop touching her? Kissing her?
God, he hoped not.
“How’s your head?” he asked, wondering if she was hungover.
“Fine. I think we burned off most of the alcohol before we fell asleep. Nothing like orgasms and panic to sober a body up.”
Elio got hung up on the word panic.
“Are you panicking?” he asked.
She considered that, then shook her head. “No. Which is weird because I should be.”
“I feel the same way. Feeling the urge to clean the entire cabin?”
She gave him an adorable grin. “Nope. Not yet anyway. Ask me again after a cup of coffee.”
They lay there for a few minutes, neither in a hurry to get out of bed.
Gianna was the first to break the silence. “So, you’re going to have to explain the morning-after protocol for one-night stands. Does it involve breakfast? Awkward conversation?”
Elio shrugged one shoulder. “We’re going to have to figure it out together because I’ve never done a morning after.”
She waited for a moment, perhaps expecting him to add a “just kidding” to his pronouncement. He didn’t.
“You know, you keep saying you’ve never spent the night with a woman, but I find it very hard to believe,” she admitted.
“I’m not sure why. It’s exactly as I said. Sex is sex and sleeping is sleeping. I’ve never found a reason to mix the two.”
He watched as she tried to let the dust settle on that information.
“Okay. Well, I guess we’ll just play it by ear.” She glanced over his shoulder to the window. “The snow stopped but looks like the wind has picked up. Looks cold as shit out there.”
She was clearly thinking he wanted to break out of here like a bat out of hell. After all, wasn’t that what he’d admitted to always doing?
“We’re definitely not leaving today. And probably not tomorrow either. I’m going to have to call my coach later and break the news I’ll be a couple days later getting back than expected. You okay with being stuck here with me a bit longer?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Because you promised to distract me.” Gianna shifted a bit closer, letting the duvet slip lower. She’d put a T-shirt on after the condom incident but no panties, no pajama bottoms. And since the shirt was riding up, he was able to see her stomach. An inch or two more, and he’d have a good view of the top of her pussy. His fingers itched to push the covers down.
He pushed that thought away, his eyes lifting to meet hers. Elio studied her face, certain there was no way he was seeing what he thought he was. But the mischievous twinkle in her eye told the tale. She was flirting with him, and she knew exactly where’d he’d been looking and what he’d been thinking.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice deep with the desire to take her again. “I did make that promise.”
She shook her head, gripping the covers to pull them up, as if suddenly aware of what she’d just done. “God. I shouldn’t still be horny, right? I mean, for one thing, that was a fuck-ton of orgasms. And for another, the condom broke, so you would think my girl parts would be all ‘hell no’.”
Elio didn’t interrupt her, let her continue her adorable rambling.
“Maybe I’m still drunk?” she pondered. “Maybe that’s why I’m not freaking out.” She paused, looking at him, waiting for some sort of response.
“I’m sorry, what?” he joked. “I stopped listening after horny.”
“Idiot,” she teased, punching him on the shoulder before attempting to rise, intent on getting out of bed.
Elio shifted closer, wrapping his arm around her waist, unwilling to let her go just yet. “I’m sober as a stone, and you are too. I don’t know why we’re not freaking out, but I’m happy to roll with it.”
“Speaking of stone,” she said, her cheeks flushing as her gaze drifted to regions south. “I’m getting poked.”
Elio wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Morning wood. It’s a fact of life when you’re a guy.”
“So…what are you going to do with it? Leave it alone or…”
Elio’s cock thickened even more. “I suppose that depends on you.”
“Me?”
He gave her a wicked grin. “You have first right of refusal.”
She laughed. “Oh my God. You can’t seriously want to have sex with me again after last night.”
Elio didn’t laugh. Because it wasn’t funny. “Gianna, I want you so much right now, I can’t see straight.”
“You do?”
He nodded.
“So…this would be morning-after-a-one-night-stand sex?”
Elio didn’t like that label any more than her thinking that last night was a one-off. Maybe that had been his initial intention, but somewhere in the midst of it all, he’d known all the way to the depths of his soul that one night with her wouldn’t be enough. “It can be whatever we want it to be. Gianna, the ball is in your court. I’d like to continue this affair for as long as we’re here, but if you don’t want that, say the word, and we go back to snowed-in friends, doing puzzles and hanging out. I promise you, I’m cool with whatever you decide.”
Gianna was a thinker, and he respected that. Especially now. She was the one with no experience when it came to casual sex, so she was the one who was going to have to figure out if a short-term affair was something she wanted.
“I really want to have sex with you again. But do we have to stick to the standards? I’d like to try some of the kinky stuff too.”
Elio was torn between laughing and flipping Gianna over his lap to give her exactly what she asked for. He was dying to spank her perky little ass.
“Don’t move.” He climbed out of bed, sprinted across the chilly hardwood floor, and picked up his entire duffel bag.
Gianna sat up, grinning as he carried it over to a chair near the bed. He rifled through it until he found what he was looking for. He tossed the box of condoms on the bed, amused when she picked it up to study it.
“Only twelve?” she complained.
She was going to be the death of him. And he couldn’t wait to put his life in her hands.
He started back toward the bed, but she held up her finger, stopping him. “You still haven’t unpacked.”
He jumped onto the mattress, and she giggled as she bounced. “You can help me do that later. After I spank you. I specifically told you not to move.”
Her eyes widened, but there was no denying she wanted what he offered.
Elio grasped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, so she was naked in an instant.
“Your turn,” she said, reaching for the waistband of his lounge pants. He shoved them away.
“Always so impatient.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss, then before she could react, he twisted her, pushing her facedown on the mattress.
She tried to push back up, but only until the first slap landed on her ass.
“Ouch,” she said, but there wasn’t a hint of pain in her tone.
He spanked her again, just twice, before squeezing her ass cheek, adding pressure to the heat.
“Why does that feel so good?” Gianna murmured, though her question was clearly rhetorical.
He spanked her again, her ass turning the same delightful pink of her cheeks whenever she blushed.
She groaned when he lowered his head and nipped at her ass. Gianna tried to skitter away playfully, but he tightened his grip, holding her in place. He spanked her again, but this time he didn’t pause, didn’t give her time to adjust.
Soon, Gianna’s hips were rising to meet each slap.
“Please,” she gasped at last.
Elio rose briefly so that he could push his lounge pants off. Gianna remained on her stomach in the middle of the bed, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
She started to push up, but when he shook his head, she dropped back down. “Stay just like that. Let me look at you.”
She wiggled her ass impishly, and he gave her one last spank because he couldn’t resist. Then, he grabbed a condom from the box, wishing he’d sprung for the jumbo thirty-six pack. Something told him he’d be hard-pressed to limit himself to just twelve more times with Gianna. He rolled the condom on and sent a silent prayer to the gods that this one didn’t break. Then he climbed on the bed, kneeling between her legs.
He gripped his dick and ran it along her slit, from clit to ass. He grinned to himself when he recalled her wanting everything except the “butt stuff.” He was tempted to try to change her mind about that.
Fuck it. He was definitely going to change her mind on that.
Gianna kept trying to catch him, to force him inside every time he got close to her opening, but he shifted away, simply stroking the wet heat. She pleaded, then threatened, then cursed, but he didn’t give in. He liked playing with her, liked her breathlessness, her pink cheeks—ass and face—and the way she never held back her emotions, sharing them with him through words, adorable squeaks, and expressions.
She was an open book, one that he didn’t want to stop reading.
“Roll over, Gianna,” he said at last, when his teasing was becoming too painful even for him. “I want to see your pretty face when I slide inside you.”
She shifted, wincing slightly when her sore ass hit the mattress. He grasped her thighs, parting then lifting them until the back of her knees rested on his shoulders.
She reached down, gripping his cock, guiding it to her opening. “Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you inside me.”
“You still want to feel it?” Her request last evening had caught him off guard. She’d offered nothing but open honesty as she asked for exactly what she wanted.
He’d started to press her about her “until” comment…but stopped when he became aware that he didn’t want to hear the response.
What if she wanted to feel it until she fell in love with someone else? Until she met the one? Until she found the man who could make her forget all about her cheating ex…and him?
He hadn’t asked what it meant because he didn’t want to imagine any of those possibilities.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”
He thrust into the hilt as Gianna cried out his name.
“Elio!”
He gave her only a second or two to adjust. It was all the time he could spare before he fucked her in earnest. She felt like heaven on earth.
Like she was made for him.
Elio shoved that thought out of his head. Stress about his looming decision was clearly causing him to crack up. That, combined with the fact all his relatives and buddies were walking around with damn hearts in their eyes, was screwing with his head.
He wasn’t this guy. Wasn’t the type to fall for a woman in a matter of days.
He wasn’t the type to fall at all.
It had to be the work situation. He was frantically seeking for something to latch onto because once hockey was gone, he was a man without a country.
Then he looked at her and realized that wasn’t true. Because here he was, pounding into Gianna’s body like a man possessed, on the brink of coming and knowing that two seconds after his release, he’d want her—need her—again.
He touched her clit, and Gianna came almost instantly. He slowed down, only so that he could observe her, watch the myriad of emotions that flashed across her face, in her eyes.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped. “So good! El…God…El. Please tell me the condom didn’t break.”
He knew it hadn’t, but he withdrew so that she could see for herself. “All good. So what do you say we get serious now?”
She lay beneath him, her body flushed, a light sheen of sweat shimmering on her skin. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and despite it all, her eyes lit up with desire. “Oh good. I was afraid we were just going to do missionary again.”
Elio barked out a loud laugh. She was hilarious. She made sex fun, which was a novel experience for him. He grasped her hand, drawing her out of the bed. “Okay, kinky girl. Feet on the floor, bend over the mattress,” he directed.
“That sounds a lot like doggie style,” she teased, even as she did what he’d demanded. Her cheekiness earned her another spanking, this one with a bit more bite. He wanted to prove to himself that what he’d suspected last night was true. Gianna liked her pleasure laced with pain.
She glanced over her shoulder, looking at him with the sexiest bedroom eyes he’d ever seen. “More.”
He shook his head, then pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy.
“Oh!” she said, with a hint of surprise in her voice. She’d expected him to get right back down to business, given how hard his cock was. It was throbbing and making some of its own demands, but he was nowhere near finished with Gianna.
He coated his fingers with her arousal, slowly fucking her, building her desires back up until she was gasping for air. She shuddered when he finally pulled them out.
Then she jerked when he pressed the tip of one to her anus.
“Elio,” she said. “I thought—”
“Shhhh. Just a finger. You dismissed the butt stuff too quickly.” He didn’t bother to hide the amusement in his voice as he used her terminology, his grin growing when she shot him a dirty look over her shoulder.
“If it hurts—” she started.
“You say so, and I stop. There’s no point of no return, Gee. Everything we do should bring us both pleasure. If it doesn’t, it’s off the table. Okay?”
She nodded, her features smoothing out until she looked like a woman without a care in the world.
Trust.
Gianna trusted him.
It felt good, made him want to make sure he didn’t do anything to lose it.
Elio chastised himself for yet another wayward thought. Too much more of this mushy-gushy shit and he’d start composing poetry for her.
He pushed his finger into her to the first knuckle, then went for broke and started working it all the way in, with a slow in-and-out motion, going deeper with each return.
Gianna’s head hung low, the weight of her upper body supported by her forearms on the bed.
Once his finger was fully lodged, he stopped. “You like it? Want more?”
She nodded.
“Let me hear you say the words, Gianna. Ask me.”
“You were right. I like it. I want you to…” She was shy about asking for what she wanted. The way she hesitated and blushed was endearing.
“Yes?” he asked, deliberately being obtuse.
She groaned. “God. I want you to do the butt stuff, okay? But just your finger,” she added.
He chuckled. “As you wish.”
Elio thrust the single finger in and out, and within seconds, Gianna was adding to the motion, moving in time.
On one forward motion, he added more fuel to the fire, lining his cock up and pushing it back into her pussy as his finger continued to breach her ass.
Gianna started to fall forward, surprised by the dual penetration and looking to escape, but he was ready, prepared. He used his free hand to grip her shoulder. To hold her in place as he fucked her roughly.
Her orgasm built back up quickly and while he wanted to draw this out, wanted to hold off as long as he could, there was no way Gianna wasn’t taking him down with her this time.
She let out a high, keening cry, her pussy muscles clenching around him until he saw stars. His balls tightened and then he was there, calling out her name along with every religious deity he knew of, collapsing against her.
Now, like last night, neither of them sought to separate for a few minutes, both too starved for air, for strength.
Finally, he forced himself to stand up and withdraw.
She didn’t lift her head from the mattress. “Still good?”
He knew what she was referring to. “The condom held.”
Elio crossed to the bathroom to throw it away, then he walked back to the open doorway. Gianna remained where he’d left her.
“Wanna get a shower with me?” he asked.
For a woman who appeared to be on the verge of sleep, his invitation woke her up quickly.
She pushed up off the bed. “Yeah. Sure.”
Elio gave her a quick smack on the ass when she walked by him to enter the bathroom. “Then how about we make some breakfast and discuss our plans for the day?”
