The thought had me shaking with the unbelievable thrill of it.
But I barely had time to enjoy the moment because Gianni was back between my thighs in a heartbeat, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock. His eyes glittered with hunger as he watched, his sensual mouth slightly open, his breathing hard and fast.
Then he was easing inside me, and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as my body stretched and adjusted to his size. He lowered his chest over mine, the weight and warmth of it reassuring. I wrapped my legs around him, closing my eyes as he began to move—deep, slow strokes that told me he’d paid attention during our conversation earlier.
It was totally infuriating.
“I’m so mad right now,” I whispered in his ear as my hands slid down his back.
He laughed. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” I grabbed his ass like I’d thought about a hundred times before. “How dare you feel so good? How dare you make me come so hard? How dare you be generous and patient when I was convinced all along you’d be selfish and greedy?”
He paused, buried deep, and looked down at me. “I guess you don’t know me as well as you thought.”
Uncertainty flickered inside me, and I wondered if he was right, especially when he put his lips on mine and kissed away any smart-ass remark I might have made. In fact, he kissed me so deeply and passionately, I started to worry I was losing my grasp on what this was.
“Gianni,” I whispered. “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and like you, okay? So maybe you could just be selfish for a minute? Just fuck me like you don’t care? Better yet, fuck me like you hate me.”
“Jesus.” He looked down at me. “Say that again,” he demanded.
“What?”
“Tell me how you want it.”
This time I put some venom into the words. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
Inside me, his cock throbbed. “Goddamn it,” he growled. “Why is that so fucking hot?”
He began to move again, but it was different than before. Faster. Harder. Rougher. There was a jagged edge to his rhythm—angry thrusts of his hips rather than that undulating motion of his body over mine. His breathing grew raspy and labored. His cock plunged deep, causing a twinge of pain within me.
I gasped, but he didn’t slow down.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was gruff. “To be right about me after all?”
“Yes,” I managed, the pain subsiding, replaced by a wicked sense of pleasure—not just in the friction between our bodies but in the game we were playing. Not only had I found a way to play it on my terms, but I’d just scored a point.
“Fine. I’ll fuck you like I hate you.” He grinned above me. “I’ll still make you come.”
And he did. That bastard did what no guy before him had ever managed to do—give me a second orgasm.
Hell, most guys couldn’t even manage the first!
I don’t know if it was the size of the boat or the motion of the ocean—it also could have been the way the boat smelled and tasted and moaned—but I found myself cresting at the top of that wave again in no time at all, and then crashing onto the shore at the same time he did, our bodies in perfect sync.
Afterward, I felt as if I really had just washed up onto the beach. Breathless. Damp. Exhausted. Shipwrecked.
Stranded.
NINE
GIANNI
My heart banged hard against my ribs. My skin was stuck to Ellie’s. And my dick was still inside her.
Holy shit. I had sex with Ellie Fournier.
And it was amazing.
I picked up my head and looked down. Her expression was something between awestruck and aw, fuck.
“Well. That was . . .” I searched for a word that could even come close to describing what had just happened.
“A surprise.”
“Uh, yeah.”
She pummeled my chest lightly. “Let me up. I need some air.”
“Oh. Sorry.” I rolled off her and got out of bed. “Be right back.”
In the bathroom, I disposed of the condom and cleaned up a little, and when I opened the door, she was standing there naked.
Well, almost naked.
I looked at her from head to foot. “Two things. First, if I didn’t make it clear already, you have an amazing body.”
“Thank you.”
“Second, I cannot believe I fucked you with those hedgehog socks on.”
“I guess they’re your lucky socks too.” She tugged on my arm. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Okay.” We traded places, and Ellie closed herself into the bathroom while I wandered back toward the bed in a daze, looking at it with a kind of wonder. My brain was on a loop.