by Anna Hackett
“Contessa, if you want me inside you, quit that.” He tossed his wallet on the floor, and opened the foil packet.
Gia watched him, biting her lip as he rolled the condom on. She trembled.
Then he wrapped his fingers around his rock-hard cock while his other hand cupped her ass. She moved, lifting up, the head of his cock sliding through where she was so wet.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, and the head of his cock sank an inch inside her.
“Saxon,” she breathed.
He stopped there, wanting to absorb every bit of the moment when he finally sank inside Gia Norcross.
So fucking good. His muscles trembled, his gaze met hers.
He needed to be deep inside her, nothing between them. A groan ripped out of him. Saxon thrust up at the same time she drove her sexy body down.
Connected. Finally.
He slid deep inside Gia and she cried out, her nails biting into his shoulders.
“Like you were made just for me, Gia.”
“Saxon!”
She lifted her hips, gliding up, then down.
“So tight, baby. So wet. All mine.”
“Yes.” She moved faster; their gazes locked.
“Ride my cock, beautiful.”
“So long and hard.” Her voice was a moan. “You fill me up, Saxon. The sweetest ache.”
She rocked hard, hips moving fast. He clamped his hands on her sweet ass. He didn’t take his eyes off hers. He moved one hand between them and found her clit.
“You ready to come on my cock, Gia?”
“God, yes. Please make me come.”
“We’re both going to come, baby.”
Her climax broke. She screamed his name, her back arching.
So damn beautiful.
He slammed her down and heat roared through him. Saxon came, his vision blurring, and finally poured himself inside Gia.
Chapter Twelve
Trying to get her breath back, Gia stayed sprawled on Saxon, her face buried in his neck.
God. She’d done the nasty with Saxon Buchanan. And it had been amazing. She shifted her legs, feeling the pleasant ache between her thighs.
His big hand slid from her ass, up her back. She made a little sound and his fingers slid into her hair, tugged, then he kissed her.
It was slow, deep, and he took his time.
When he pulled back, he looked at her face. She couldn’t read the look on his features.
He smiled. “Didn’t think you could get more beautiful, Contessa, but that body of yours—” He made a humming sound.
“Meanwhile, you have too many clothes on,” she said tartly.
“I think you’re right.” He slid her off him and onto the couch. “Don’t move.”
He rose, starting toward the half bath off the living room, no doubt to take care of the condom.
Gia was feeling too good and lazy to move. She lay sprawled on the couch, half naked, enjoying her post-orgasm bliss.
Saxon returned, his hungry gaze running over her body. “Like a goddess waiting for her worshippers to do her bidding.”
She smiled at him. “I like that.”
He scooped her into his arms and headed for the stairs. “Well, I’m not done with you, yet,” he murmured.
Ooh. She liked him carrying her. A lot.
He strode into the master bedroom and set her down on the bed. Then he stood beside it and stripped.
He tossed his suit jacket on a chair. Then he unbuttoned his shirt.
With greedy eyes, she watched as he uncovered his muscular chest, his ridged abs. Damn, he was a woman’s darkest fantasy. She took a second to wriggle out of her dress.
He dropped his shirt on top of his jacket. Then he unfastened his trousers, and with one quick move, they and his boxers were gone. Saxon stood there naked in front of her.
Oh, boy. Gia’s heart bumped against her ribs. Amazingly, gloriously naked. All those muscles and black ink. She shivered. She took in the tattoos on his chest and arms. They were almost elegant. He was a hot, intriguing mix of class and badass. It totally worked for her.
Desire unfurled and pulsed between her legs. She looked at his long, hardening cock. She wanted him again. Needed him.
He opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms. He tossed them on the bed and her belly clenched.
Then, he pressed one knee to the covers, looming over her. Her pulse sped up.
“Finally, Gia Norcross in my bed where I’ve fantasized about her a thousand times.”
Her lips parted. “Saxon—”
“Where I’ve jacked my cock thinking about you. Dreamed about you.”
Emotion swelled, filling her chest. “Come here, Saxon. I need you inside me.” She drew in a breath. “Where I’ve fantasized having you a thousand times.”
He made a harsh sound, dealt with the condom, and covered her body with his. He gripped her legs, urging her to wrap them around his hips.
“Ready, baby?”
“Yes.”
“It’s going to get rough. I need you to take me. All of me.” His deep voice was strained.
“It’s yours, baby.” The head of his cock slid against her. Oh. She bucked. She needed him just as much as he needed her. “Saxon.”
“Ready, Gia?”
He thrust inside her—hard and deep.
She ran her nails down his back and cried out.
“Gia?” He paused.
She clung to him. “Fuck me, Saxon.”
With a growl, he did.
His thrusts were firm, powerful, relentless. She slid her hands up his back, knew she was scratching him, but didn’t care. She wanted to mark him.
“Beautiful,” he growled. “Christ, so beautiful.”
“Faster, Saxon.”
“Patience, Contessa.”
Screw patience. She needed to come again.
But he did move faster, driving her up the bed with each thrust. He angled his hips, and each time he sank into her, she felt it in her clit.
He powered deep inside her and Gia felt her orgasm growing, like an impending storm. Her belly clenched.
“Saxon,” she breathed.
“Get there, Contessa. Now.”
On the next thrust, the storm broke. Gia came, the brutal pleasure dragging a hoarse scream from her. She turned her head and bit Saxon’s bicep.
Her body shuddered, the pleasure almost making her black out.
Above her, he kept thrusting, his deep grunts echoing in her ears. Then he thrust deep one last time and his body locked. With a fierce growl, he threw his head back, his climax rocking through him.
Damn, he was beautiful.
Gia drank him in—the muscled throat, the high cheekbones, the face twisted with pleasure.
For her, there was only Saxon.
The scents of his cologne and sex filled the air. His big body covered hers, his cock still buried inside her. All Gia could think was finally.
Saxon pressed his face to her neck and collapsed on her. She noted that he didn’t give her all of his weight, careful not to crush her.
His lips moved over her skin and she trembled. His harsh breathing matched hers.
He rolled to the side and pulled her close. Gia held onto his arm. She didn’t want to move from here. Ever.
She bit her lip. This was it. She knew. Maybe she’d always known that Saxon was it for her. There would be no one else. She’d never get over him.
She was stupidly, irrevocably in love with Saxon Buchanan.
Her throat tightened and she swallowed. He could break her into a million shattered shards.
Previously, sex had always been a fun interlude between two single, like-minded adults. Fun was not a word she’d used to describe what she and Saxon had just done. Twice.
“Babe? You okay?” He dropped a kiss to her shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Have I rendered you speechless with my skills and prowess?”
She snorted. “Don’t get cocky.”
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bsp; “I already did.” He nudged her butt with said cock. “Twice.”
Gia giggled and slapped a hand over her mouth. She never giggled. And especially not naked in bed with a man.
“I heard that.” His hand smoothed over her hip. “How about I grab that tequila and see what I’ve got to eat in my fridge?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He cupped her jaw. “Then I’m gonna have you again, Contessa.”
Her pulse spiked.
“I shouldn’t need you this much,” he muttered.
She met his turbulent gaze.
“Tell me you want me?” he demanded.
“More than anything.” The words tumbled out of her. “So much it hurts.” She wrapped her hands around his wrist. “Give it back to me, Saxon. Tell me.”
“I can’t breathe without wanting you, Gia Norcross.” He lowered his mouth to hers. “Only you.”
Now, he could get used to this.
Saxon lounged in the bathtub, a naked Gia lying back against him. Her hair was all piled up on her head, a few damp strands dangling around her face and neck.
A half empty bottle of tequila rested beside a bottle of wine and the remnants of the snack he’d put together—cheese, crackers, dip, and salami—on a stool beside the tub.
He’d never used the tub much. He didn’t mind a soak, but he rarely had time for it.
Something told him that Gia enjoyed regular baths. She’d rummaged around in the vanity looking for bubble bath or bath salts, then crowed triumphantly when she’d found the citrus-scented bubble bath.
Of course, she was lying back against him, holding her phone and checking her emails.
He smiled at her. Her pretty breasts were playing peekaboo with the bubbles. He lazily reached out and tugged one nipple.
“Hey,” she said.
“I’m being ignored for your phone. It’s hurting my feelings.”
“You mean your ego.” She reached over, grabbed a piece of brie, and popped it in her mouth.
“I think after your fourth orgasm, my ego is just fine,” he said.
Tequila in bed had turned into him going down on her, then fucking her again.
She sniffed, but he saw her lips curve.
Before the bath, he’d updated Vander on Willow. Vander had been unsurprisingly pissed, and said he’d put more resources on running Willow down.
The upside was that Gia had seen all sides to Willow. The downside was that Saxon hated seeing Gia hurt.
Vander had also said that he hadn’t heard back from his black ops contact. That could just mean they were out in the field on a mission, but Vander didn’t like it.
Gia’s phone rang. “Crap, it’s my mom. Don’t say a word.” She answered. “Hi, Ma.”
Saxon heard Mrs. Norcross’ voice from the phone.
“Gia Gabriella, I heard from your brother that your apartment was broken into and vandalized.” Clara Norcross’ voice rose to a high pitch. Just like Gia’s when she got worked up.
“Mama—”
“You didn’t call. Your father and I are worried.”
“It’s all okay, Ma. I didn’t want to worry you guys.”
Mrs. Norcross made an angry, tsking sound. “Not worry us? You were always so independent, from a little girl. Had to do it yourself. Had to keep up with your brothers.”
Saxon knew that story. He pinched her butt and Gia glared at him. Of course, that made his cock twitch.
“We’re your family, Gia Gabriella. We’re here to help.”
“Thanks, Mama,” Gia’s voice softened. “Vander and everyone are helping me.”
“Good.”
“I guess Vander ratted me out.”
“It was Easton,” her mother said.
“I should’ve known. It’s that big-brother gene. He can’t help himself.”
“You should have told me. Now, I want you over for lunch tomorrow.”
“Ma—”
“It’s Saturday, so no excuses.”
“Well, um—”
She shifted on Saxon, which had his cock hardening even more.
“What?” Mrs. Norcross asked.
“Can I…bring someone?”
Saxon stilled. There was a long pause from the phone.
“A man?” her mother asked.
Saxon heard the hopeful edge to Mrs. Norcross’ voice.
“Yes, a man,” Gia said.
He reached around and cupped her breasts. She tried to push him away, and he let one hand slide under the water and between her legs.
She gasped, the water lapping the rim of the tub. “Sorry, Ma, what did you say?”
“What’s his name?” Mrs. Norcross asked.
Gia blinked. “Saxon.”
There was another long pause. “Saxon isn’t a common name.”
“No, it isn’t.”
Saxon chuckled and Gia smacked his arm.
“So, it’s our Saxon.”
Mrs. Norcross’ words made his gut tighten. He’d never really belonged to anyone before.
“Yes, Ma,” Gia replied quietly.
“Well, tell him that I’m making lasagna, and I’ll make my garlic bread especially for him.”
He got another jolt. He loved Mrs. Norcross’ garlic bread.
Suddenly, he realized that the Norcross family had claimed him. Hell, they’d claimed him a long time ago, he just hadn’t realized it.
Gia was watching his face, warmth in her eyes.
Then he shifted her, so his cock was right where he wanted it. He pushed her down, his cock sliding into her.
She squeaked, her eyes going wide. “I’ll tell him. Got to go, Ma.”
“Love you, Gia.”
She managed a strangled reply before she ended the call. Her phone clattered onto the tray with the cheese and crackers.
“You can’t make love to me while I’m on the phone with my mother!”
“Why not?” He thrust his hips up.
She moaned. “Saxon, condom.”
He cursed. He’d forgotten. Shit, she fried his brain. He pulled out and grabbed one from beside the tub. He’d stashed them there when they were running the bath.
He quickly rolled one on and Gia swiveled to straddle him, face-to-face.
She sank down on his cock and he groaned. Her gorgeous breasts were right in front of him and he sucked one pink nipple into his mouth.
She started riding him, water sloshing out of the tub. She gasped, but he didn’t give a fuck.
“God, how can I want you this much?” she panted.
“I know.” It was like he’d never get enough of her.
More water splashed.
Saxon exploded up and turned her. He pushed her against the edge of the tub, cupped her ass with one hand and fisted his cock with the other. Then he plunged back into her.
Her back arched, her husky cry bouncing off the marble tiles.
“Take it, Gia. Take it all.”
“Yes!”
He reached a hand under her body and stroked. He knew just what she needed to come. “I know what you need, Contessa. I know you.”
The force of her climax made her buck and cry his name.
Her body clamped down on his cock and Saxon shoved into her again, once, twice. His release slammed into him like a speeding truck. He groaned her name, face buried in her hair.
Ruined. She turned him inside out, and he loved it.
Finally, after a while, he found the strength to lift himself off her.
“I’m not cleaning up the mess,” she said lazily.
Saxon eyed the water on the floor. “Screw it.” He didn’t give a shit. “It’ll dry.” He nuzzled her neck and cheek. “Bed?”
She looked back and eyed him. “To sleep?”
“We’ll do some of that too.”
“Surely you can’t keep this up all night?”
Saxon smiled. “Is that a challenge, darling?”
Chapter Thirteen
She rolled over in the big bed, sleep making her
head fuzzy. Gia wished she was one of those people who woke energized, ready to conquer the day. But long ago, she’d accepted that she woke up like an angry bear just out of hibernation.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, and with a groan, she flopped facedown on a pillow that smelled like Saxon.
Saxon. Oh, boy.
She cracked open one eyelid. There was no sexy, golden-skinned man in the bed beside her. Maybe she’d dreamed the night of nonstop, incredible, toe-curling sex?
But as she shifted on the sheets, the ache between her legs said something different. She cracked open her other eyelid. She had a few interesting bruises on her naked body, and this was definitely Saxon’s bed.
“Good morning, Contessa.” He strolled in with a smile.
She wasn’t sure where to look first—the steaming mug of coffee he held, the tousled dark-blond hair, or the sexy, bare chest. He wore a pair of loose, black pants that rode low on his hip bones.
A little hum rippled through her body. “Coffee. Gimme.” She sat up and held out her hand.
Saxon’s gaze went straight to her boobs.
Gia took the mug and sipped, moaned.
He sat beside her and grinned. “That’s the same sound you make when I have my mouth on you.” He cupped one of her breasts and lazily stroked her nipple. Then he dropped a kiss to her shoulder.
She was shocked at the tingle of desire that flared to life in her belly. She’d been certain that the five thousand orgasms she’d had last night would have made that impossible.
“If you want sex, you’ll have to do all the work.” She drank some more coffee. “I’m not awake enough yet, but I’ll lie back and take it like a champion.”
He smiled and her gaze riveted to his handsome face.
“Baby, if we do that, we’ll be late to your parents’ house.”
“What?” She glanced at the clock and gasped. Clearly, they’d slept in. “Crap.” She slid to the edge of the bed, careful not to spill the coffee. She needed every drop of caffeine. She wrapped the sheet around her body.
But a strong arm curled around her.
“Saxon, there’s no time. I need to shower—”
He kissed her.
Hmm. Maybe there was a little time. He tasted like coffee and yumminess.
Then he lifted his head. “Go. Get ready. I put your bag in the bathroom. I’m already hungry for your mom’s garlic bread.”