He leaned down and kissed her belly, then slipped down between her legs. He kissed each one of her thighs. With each lick, he inched closer to his goal. When he finally settled himself between her legs, he drew in a deep breath. Her arousal mixed with her unique scent drifting over him…teasing him…tempting him.
Gianni didn’t hesitate. He placed his mouth on her sex. The first taste of her danced over his tongue. Decadently delicious. Her fingers slipped through his hair as he teased her clit, tugging on it with his teeth. She shivered, telling Gianni that she was close….very close.
He pulled back and she moaned. When he rose to his knees again, she was frowning at him. He wanted to laugh, but he figured Kianna wouldn’t be any happier with him.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, teasing her.
“I’m naked and you’re not.”
He looked up at her. She was leaning back on her elbows as she looked at him. Just like that first day, she stole his breath away.
“That is something I can definitely rectify.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, but when he tried to undo his buckle, he was embarrassed to find his hands shaking.
He slipped out of bed and tried again, but she was already there to help. She slid to the edge of the bed, grabbed hold of the waistband of his jeans and tugged him closer.
“I can help you with that,” she said, her voice husky with her own need. She undid the buckle then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Within moments, he was naked and she had her clever hands running over him. She teased his cock, sliding the tip of her finger from the base to the tip, then, she followed it with her tongue. Damn.
He usually had better control, but the action had his body raring to go. He thought she would stop but instead, she took him into her mouth.
He leaned his head back and groaned. She tormented him for only a few moments before he called a stop to it.
“That’s not very fair,” she said pouting.
He smiled. “I’ll let you be as bad as you want to later. Right now, I just want you.”
Then, he realized he hadn’t come prepared. The man who prided himself on always being ready, came without his safety equipment.
“Gianni? What’s the matter?”
“I forgot to bring a condom.”
She laughed. “Is that it?” Slipping out of bed to open her nightstand, she grabbed a condom.
“I wanted to make sure if there was a chance, that I was prepared.”
He laughed and took the condom. He cupped her face and kissed her. He expected it to be quick, but it turned into something else. Keeping his eyes open, he deepened the kiss, stealing inside, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She closed her eyes and hummed. He felt it all the way to the soles of his feet.
They fell on the bed again. He didn’t waste any time. Ripping open the package, he got the condom out and rolled it on. He slipped his hands beneath her ass and pulled her up, entering her in one hard thrust.
Damn.
She had been prepared, and oh, damned, so fucking wet, but she still gasped at the intrusion. He knew he should apologize, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to do it. It felt so fucking good to be inside her.
He pulled himself up to his hands and started to move. Immediately, she picked up his rhythm. Soon, she was coming undone as she screamed his name. Her muscles pulled him deeper into her causing him to almost come. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to see her lose herself in pleasure and be there right with her when it happened. He rose to his knees, and tugged her up so that they were face to face.
“Gianni,” she said, her voice deepened with her release. It sent a spike of heat coursing through his veins.
He kissed her, open mouth, hot, wet…then said, “Come again for me, Kianna.”
He felt it slam into her, saw her eyes go blurry with her pleasure as they shut and she leaned her head back with a moan. He was helpless then, watching her release, feeling all those little muscles clamp down on his cock. He followed her, shouting her name.
* * * *
“Okay, I might be dead,” Gianni said.
Kianna laughed. “Yeah?”
“Tell my mother I loved her and it was worth it.”
Her body was still warm and she hadn’t gotten her breath back and he was teasing her. She loved a man with a good sense of humor.
“I will, although she will wonder who I am.”
“Vince will know who you are.”
That was interesting. “Yeah? So can I have his number?”
He rose up to look at her. He was frowning at her but his eyes danced with amusement. Not for the first time, Kianna thought she might be able to eat him up with a spoon.
“No. I am not giving Vince a chance to even get close to you.”
She let one eyebrow rise. “And why is that?”
“He’d make a play for you.”
She shrugged, enjoying him, enjoying the moment. “But you’re dead, so it wouldn’t matter.
“I would come back from the dead to haunt both of you.”
She smiled at him. “Then you might get an eye full.”
He rolled over on top of her. “Reports of my death might have been exaggerated.”
He pressed himself inside her. He was already hardening again and she shivered.
Then he cursed. “I need a condom.”
He pulled out of her, grabbed a fresh condom and had it on pretty fast. She expected him to cover her again but instead, he reversed their positions and she found herself on top of him.
“Take me in, Kianna.”
She trembled just from the sound of her name on his lips. It spoke to something in her soul, something she was afraid to even think about. Brushing those thoughts aside, she wrapped her fingers around him and slowly slid down his length.
His fingers dug into her hips as she started to move, gyrating her hips every few times. Each time she did, she pulled a groan from his lips. She was still wet from their last time but she felt herself grow wetter by the minute. Seeing the power she had over him, just this little bit, sent a surge of arousal through her. It jolted her to her core but it also made her so damn hot. He leaned up and she thought he would take back control. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and took her nipple into his mouth. She had never been someone with very sensitive breasts, but each time his teeth scrapped across the tip of it, heat danced over every nerve ending in her body.
Soon, though, his teasing, the feel of his breath on her flesh, and the sensation of being filled with him got to be too much. She bent her head down to kiss him as her orgasm rushed through her. Kianna was barely through with her last orgasm when a second slammed into her. This time, Gianni leaned his head back, and groaned her name as he came.
It was possibly one of the most beautiful sights she’d ever witnessed.
Moments later, they collapsed. Kianna was sticky with perspiration and she was going to be sore in so many places.
And it felt so good.
“Okay, I might be dead too this time. We better leave a note,” she said.
He laughed, wrapping his arms around her, kissing the side of her neck. “Thank you for the best homecoming ever.”
Kianna snuggled closer, enjoying the feel of him beneath her. Within moments she was drifting off to sleep to the beat of his heart.
Chapter Four
One of the things I miss the most while I’m deployed is lazy Sunday mornings. –Gee
Kianna woke to the smell of something sweet and savory cooking. Keeping her eyes closed, she drew in a deep breath. If her dream smelled that good, she didn’t want to wake up. She wanted to sleep in, then mosey her way down to Anna’s for something decadent for breakfast. Something with cream and sugar she could lick off her fingers.
She frowned realizing that she hadn’t been dreaming it. She was awake. Opening her eyes slowly. The memory of the night before washed over her, through her. She smiled and reached for Gianni only to find his side of the bed empty.
She sat up
, the sheet falling to her waist. She gasped when she realized she was still naked. Pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts, she sighed. It had been a really long time since she’d slept naked. It had been since she and Charley had first married. She was a lot younger and definitely not as curvy at that point of her life. She vaguely remembered getting up to throw on a nightshirt at some point, but Gianni had told her it was a waste of time to get dressed.
She pulled her legs up and rested her head on her knees. Damn the man had her head spinning. She couldn’t get all tangled up in the idea that they were going to be involved for a long time. He was Air Force and would be moving on soon. Plus, he was younger. He wasn’t interested in settling down. But, she couldn’t resist the fantasy of having the man in her bed every night.
“Daydreaming, professor?” he said breaking into her thoughts.
She lifted her head and found him leaning against the doorjamb. Was there ever a more beautiful man who’d been in her bed? She didn’t think so. Luck was rarely on her side, but it seemed for right now, she had her share and she wasn’t going to waste it. “No, not really. Just thinking how much fun last night was.”
It wasn’t a big lie. It was part of what she had been thinking about.
“Fun?”
She nodded.
He gave her a brilliant smile and she felt her heart lodge in her throat. No one, man or woman, should be that pretty in the morning.
“I would call it one of the best nights of my life,” he said.
Then he walked into the room and leaned over her. He brushed his lips over hers. “Good morning, Kianna.”
“Good morning, Gianni.”
He shuddered. “Damn, I love the way you say my name. That southern accent of yours makes me so fucking hot.”
She slipped her arms around his neck to pull him into bed. “Then come back to bed.”
He shook his head and untangled himself. “No, I will resist you because I have made you breakfast. Get dressed and I’ll set the table.”
She frowned.
“Oh, don’t look that way. I promise you will be rewarded.”
He gave her another intense kiss then left her alone. She sighed. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t had enough time together in bed. She lost count the number of times they made love. She grabbed her kimono and slipped it on as she stood and made her way to the bathroom. It had been a long time since a man slept over. She hadn’t had many lovers. Timing and well…she was selective. Respect was as important to her as passion. Gianni had that in spades.
She rinsed off her face realizing she knew more about him than she did men she dated for months. Their emails had started out as simple back and forth’s. But in those few weeks he was gone, they had grown closer and she had learned so much about the man.
As she brushed her teeth, she thought about why she was so attracted. Well, except for zero percent body fat and that gorgeous face. He was so pretty—but it was more than that. She could tell he was kind, he loved his mama and the rest of his family, and he liked curvy woman.
There definitely was a God she thought with a chuckle.
“You better hurry up in there, Kianna or I’m going to eat this all myself.”
Happy with him, with spending the day with him, she decided to heed his warning. She definitely would need some food to keep up with him.
* * * *
Gianni was setting the plates on the table when his phone rang with Leo’s ring tone. “Shouldn’t you be busy with that cute wife of yours?”
Leo chuckled. “Right now, Maryanne isn’t in the mood for anything in the mornings.”
“Ah,” he said immediately understanding the situation. Maryanne was in her second trimester and the morning sickness had been pretty bad.
“So, what are you calling me for?” he asked.
“Just checking on you. No vision problems?”
He rolled his eyes at the question. “Leo, I’m a PJ and I have medic training just like you do.”
“I know you have the training.” Gianni heard Maryanne’s voice in the background. “My wife just pointed out that Santini men are notorious for ignoring an illness.”
“Yeah, well, I’m fine. Better than fine.” It was then he realized he was smiling. He had the same goofy smile on his face all morning.
There was a beat of silence. “Damn. I owe Vince money.”
“What do you mean you owe Vince money?”
“He said you wouldn’t last twenty four hours. You’re not even in your apartment are you?”
If there was a way to lie and make both his brothers lose money on the bet, it would be worth it, but Gianni didn’t see a way. “No, I’m not.”
Something caught the corner of his eye and he turned to look at Kianna. Right then, the air backed up in his lungs as every thought seemed to dissolve. She was fresh faced but her eyes were still sleepy. Her hair was still a springy mess, as usual. The emerald green kimono made her skin glow.
How did he get so fucking lucky?
“I hate that he’s going to win,” Leo said, breaking into Gianni’s thoughts.
There was more from Maryanne. “I know you told me not to take the bet, but I thought Gianni had more resistance.”
Without thinking, speaking from his heart, Gianni asked, “How long would it have taken if it had been you and Maryanne?”
“Ah, so that’s the way of it.”
“I think. But, see, I made a wonderful breakfast for my lovely lady, so I am going to go eat and enjoy the morning with her.”
“Damn, you made that custard French toast didn’t you? Oh, shit. Gotta go,” he said not waiting for Gianni to sign off.
“That was one of your brothers?”
“Yeah, Leo. Maryanne still has morning sickness.”
He was staring at her again but he couldn’t seem to help it. She mesmerized him. It had taken all of his control not to wake her up earlier. They had been up most of the night making love, so he felt a little guilty. Okay, not a whole lot—but he wasn’t an animal. Maybe.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “You keep staring at me.”
“I like you.”
“Really? I could never tell.”
He chuckled and walked to her. He had to kiss her again, had to reassure himself it wasn’t all a dream. He cupped her face and did just that.
He pulled back before he lost control. “So, I hope you like custard French toast.”
“I don’t know if I’ve ever had it.”
“Well, you are in for a treat.”
He led her to a dining chair and waited for her to sit.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“I can get that.”
He waved her back in her seat. “No, you sit, relax. You cooked last night.”
He grabbed a mug, filled it then grabbed the cream and sugar. It was odd that he knew more about her than he’d known about most of his girlfriends in the past. When someone is your lifeline, the one person you can be honest with during a deployment, you get to know that person really well.
He shook away any deep thoughts today. It had been a long two months and he planned on making up time. He grabbed the plate of French toast and brought it to the table.
“Prepare to be wowed.”
She laughed. “You would have to do a lot to top last night.”
He smiled. Sunday morning, French toast and a sexy woman to share both with.
Life just couldn’t get much better.
Chapter Five
I have three downfalls: Sugar mixed with cinnamon, antique jewelry and books. Actually, I could probably do without the first two if I had an unlimited supply of books. –Kianna
Kianna sighed as she slipped another bite into her mouth. Cinnamon, sugar, hazelnuts and maple syrup danced over her taste buds. She moaned on the second bite.
“Oh, Lord, and I was ready to be nice about it. I mean, men always think they can cook, and it tu
rns out that they can’t. But, there is no reason for lies on this one. That was magnificent.”
Gianni glanced down at her plate. “You didn’t finish it.”
“You gave me enough for five people.”
“I gave you about half of what I ate.”
She frowned. “You’re younger and you’re a man. What do you have, zero percent body fat?”
He shook his head smiling. “Of course, I did work up an appetite last night.”
She wanted to tease, but she wasn’t ever really good at it. Besides, he was making her uncomfortable the way he was watching her. He had been doing that since she’d joined him in the kitchen. He looked like he wanted to just eat her up.
“I don’t think I can eat anymore.”
“But you liked it?”
“No, it was horrible. I gagged on each piece.”
He laughed. Every time he did, it tripped her heart up just a little.
“So, did your mother teach you how to cook breakfast like that?”
“First, my mother would point out that is sexist, but since Dad is useless with anything but a grill and chili, she would give you a pass. We all know how to cook. Mom thought it was important that we know how to fend for ourselves. She jokes around that my father was living off junk food and canned meats when she met him.”
“I bet you’re the best. I don’t know if any of them could make something that good.”
“I would like to say I am but Vince is the best cook. He really loves to spend time in the kitchen.”
“The Marine?”
He nodded.
“Hard to think of a Marine in the kitchen cooking. But I guess that would be a case of me stereotyping.”
“I have to say even after meeting him you would think the same thing. We are more than the rank and the uniform.”
“I think you proved that last night, PJ.” Then she felt her face heat.
He threw his head back and laughed. The happy sound bounced off the walls of the kitchen. God, he was so damned pretty, so wonderful.
Stop it, girl. He’s not going to stay around. He’s younger and military. She needed to remember she had rules about men in uniform. Especially this. For the first time in her life, she was going to have an affair with a man just to have the affair. Don’t worry about what happens next, just live in the now.
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