Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he breathes, his muscular body trembling against mine. “Fuck, Sunshine.”
“I love you,” I whisper again.
His eyes heat and darken as he reaches behind his back to flip the lock on the door. Before I can even ask what he’s doing, I’m in his arms, and he’s striding toward the kitchen, purpose in every step he takes.
"Where are we going?" I ask, nuzzling my face against his throat. My tongue flicks out, tasting the salt of his skin as he strides through the swinging doors with me.
He sets me down on the massive stainless-steel workstation stretching across the center of the massive kitchen before he answers. His heated eyes meet mine. "We're christening this bakery, Sunshine.”
The growly promise in his voice has a moan crawling up my throat.
“Christ,” he groans, staring at me like he’s never seen anything like me before. His big hands frame my face, tipping my head down to meet his until our eyes tangle together. The sweetest words I’ve ever heard spill from his lips. “I love you too, Sunshine. Every perfect, priceless piece of you.”
I launch myself at him, sobbing his name. He catches me, yanking me flush against him as our lips crash together. His hands blaze trails of heat as they run up and down my sides, and he kisses me as if he’s never going to stop.
"I need you." Desire practically vibrates in his deep voice. "I always fucking need you."
"Then take me," I whisper against his lips. "I'm yours, Alessandro."
It’s the only invitation he needs.
We’re a mess of eager hands and lips as we strip each other, touching and tasting as each piece of clothing falls around us. My head falls back in surrender, a sob breaking from my lips as he slips his hand between my thighs, his eyes locked on my face.
“So wet,” he breathes, watching every flicker of emotion cross my face as he plays with me, driving me right to the brink with those skillful, wicked fingers.
I do the same to him, wrapping one hand around his erection. I pump in time to the way he thrusts his fingers inside of me, trying to drive him as crazy as he makes me. He groans my name, bucking his hips into my hand, telling me how good my hand feels.
“Alessandro, I…I…”
He doesn’t let me go over. Instead, he lays me back on the cool surface of the worktable, his powerful body covering mine.
"I love you, Heidi," he breathes, his dark eyes burning into me. "I'll love you forever."
Then he's pushing inside me, stretching and filling me so perfectly I can’t breathe.
I cry out, arching up to meet every deep thrust. He sets an almost punishing pace, like he can't get close enough, can't get deep enough. His hands run over my body, touching everywhere he can reach. His mouth is everywhere, too, kissing, biting, and sucking.
I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his tattooed skin as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo.
“Tell me if it's too much, Sunshine,” he rasps against my lips, but I can only shake my head, gasping for breath as the pleasure spirals higher and higher.
He grabs my thighs, hitching them up over his hips. The new angle makes me cry out, my body trembling beneath him.
"Shit," he growls, pounding into me with a grunt. "So damn tight."
"Alessandro," I moan, lost in the sensations threatening to overtake me. His name, his touch, his scent—it’s all tangled up in my mind, branding him into my soul.
He keeps on, every movement of his body a promise, a pledge. His eyes never leave mine, keeping me locked to him even as the world blurs at the edges. I feel every inch of him, every thrust stealing my breath.
He hits that magic spot inside me again and again.
"Alessandro!" I cry out, my body tensing as waves of pleasure rip through me.
“That's it, Sunshine,” he murmurs, his voice full of adoration. "Shatter for me."
I do. I shatter into a million jagged pieces for him, crying out his name, writhing, sobbing.
“Heidi,” he groans my name like a prayer, burying his face in my neck as he pulses inside me, following me over the edge. “Heidi.”
We stay locked together, hearts pounding, riding out the waves of bliss…so tangled up in each other that I’m no longer sure where I end and he begins. And I’ve never felt more cherished or safer.
"Thank you for today," I murmur later that evening, tilting my head back to look at him as we snuggle together in his bed. After we made love in the bakery, he drove me back here, and we did it all over again. We’ve been lost in each other all day. "For fixing the bakery, for loving me, for everything."
He presses a gentle kiss to my temple. "I already told you that you never have to thank me, angel."