Shadow Rider Page 166


Francesca lay up against his side, curled into him, one hand on his belly, fingers splayed wide. “I don’t think I can move.”

“Me either,” he admitted.

“I’m glad you’re home.”

“I noticed. You can wake me up anytime,” he added.

“You’ve really never done the tying the hands with any other woman?”

“Nope. I wouldn’t share my fantasies with any woman who wasn’t mine. They don’t belong to another woman, only you.”

She turned even more toward him. Her breast slid along his rib cage, sending a curl of heat spiraling through him. “And if you never found the right woman?”

“Then my fantasies would go to the grave with me.”

“I’m glad you found me. I like everything you do to me.”

“Tonight,” he stated, “I’m going to fuck you with a vibrator while you suck me off. If I don’t, I’ll be waking up every night with that particular fantasy. I’ll use handcuffs this time. Ones that are padded so there are no bruises. When I was fucking you, all I could think about for a few minutes there was how I wished I had two dicks instead of just one.”

“I don’t think I could handle two. As for your intentions for tonight, I don’t have any objections,” she said, licking along his rib cage. “Not that I mind you waking up every night with a fantasy. I’m more than happy to oblige you in all things. And I don’t mind the handcuffs, but don’t think I’m not well aware my ass is bruised, so don’t sound so self-righteous.”

He laughed and flicked her nipple with his tongue. “I want my mark on you. Not some object’s mark.” His hand found her bottom and he caressed her with his palm. “Are you sore?”

“A little.”

“Good.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in his voice he didn’t try to hide. “I want you thinking of me every time you sit down today.”

“I think you’re imprinted so deep inside me, Stefano, I’m going to feel you there for weeks.”

He used his arm to sweep her in closer to him so he could lean over her and look into her eyes. “You tell me if I ever get too rough or if our play gets too much for you.”

“I will. You weren’t too rough. I loved it. My body loved it. Couldn’t you tell?”

“That was why I kept going. But you stop me if you don’t like anything I’m doing to you.”

“I will. I promise.” She pressed a kiss to his throat. “I need a shower. So do you. And food. This time, I might even order us up something.”

“I’ll carry you if you can’t walk,” he offered.

“We’re going to shower together?”

“Yes. I’m a conservationist. Conserving water is high on my priority list.”

“I’ll just bet it is. If you shower with me, we’ll never get to breakfast,” she pointed out.

“You will. You started something earlier that I want you to finish.”

She laughed, her eyes sparkling. “I’m all for that. Carry me.”

He was all for it, too. She took him right back to paradise with the hot water pouring down on him, her eyes clinging to his as he took her mouth. He thought himself well sated after riding her so ferociously, but the moment she began to suckle him, he was lost again. Hard and thick and needy again. This time she finished what she’d started.

* * *

They ordered up breakfast and ate it in the room Stefano liked to call his “sunroom.” It was all glass on one side, the sliding doors opening onto a balcony that was wide and long. The walls jutted outward on both sides to help with wind and there was a small table and two comfortable chairs where they took their food and ate. He had sex on the brain, because he’d decided he’d have her out on the balcony and inside the sunroom, pressed up against the glass.

She sipped at her coffee and teased him about being an exhibitionist. He just sent her a grin and began to run through his morning reports while she opened the tablet he’d bought for her and read the local news. He liked sitting beside her, reading together, sipping coffee and being locked away from the rest of the world. He reached out and caught her hand, bringing her knuckles to his mouth.

“I can’t wait for our wedding.”

His phone chimed before she could respond. He knew by the ringtone that it was Lucia or Amo. He could feel Francesca’s eyes on him as he talked on the phone, reassuring Lucia he would come. It was what he did, not what he wanted. When he snapped the phone closed, she let out a little sigh and shook her head.

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