Page 12 of And Everything In Between (Love By Any Means #3)

There was no learning curve between them, only chemistry, loud, full-bodied, and fluent. The deep kiss found a rhythm that matched the music flowing around them. His hands slid lower, unbuttoning her shorts, pulling her closer, creating anticipation that made thinking impossible.

Paige felt it building, that telltale tightening low in her belly, the trembling in her thighs. She wasn’t even naked. But the way Giovanni kissed her, watched her, told her that tonight she was the only thing that mattered in the world. It had her tipping dangerously toward the edge.

Paige had survived everything life threw at her, the mistakes, the highs, the crushing lows, even finding her way back to a father she barely remembered. But him looking at her, reminding her she was worth the effort, worth his time. His presence. His space would be the thing that ruined her.

When his mouth found hers again, the kiss was neither gentle nor rushed.

It was consuming. He untied her halter top and allowed the fabric to drop, exposing her perfect breasts.

No time was wasted when his tongue circled her hardened nipples, teasing until she arched toward him.

Left, right, then both captured between his lips while he breathed her in like oxygen, branding her scent into his senses.

“Take em off.” The bass in his voice caused her pulse to kick up a notch.

She peeled off her top, but when she reached for her shorts, her hands stuttered, desire, nerves, and anticipation all hitting at once. “P, calm down, baby. We ain’t gotta rush.”

Giovanni slowed her hands with his own, he brought her knuckles to his lips. “Look at me,” he said, almost pleading.

Paige lifted her head, her eyes hazy, unfocused.

“We got time. I ain’t tryna rush somethin’ I might not get twice.”

She nodded, breath shallow, brain buzzing from more than the liquor.

Giovanni kissed her again, slower this time. Deep. Her thighs were trying to clench together. He lifted her by the waist while his other hand slid to the waistband of her shorts, peeling them down inch by inch, his knuckles grazing every curve and dip he uncovered.

He dropped the denim to the floor, leaving her in nothing but those glittering gold chains and her bare thighs parted across the pool table like a gift he couldn’t believe he’d been allowed to unwrap.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his eyes heavy, roaming every inch of her.

Paige shifted, a low whimper escaping when the cool air caressed her now bare skin. Her hips lifted slightly, a silent plea she didn’t even realize she was making.

Giovanni knelt in front of her, dragging his rough palms up the backs of her thighs, savoring the way her muscles trembled under his touch.

“You so fucking pretty, and so is this pussy.” His voice was low and eyes on fire. He kissed her thighs first, slow, tongue dragging along sensitive skin in teasing, dedicated strokes. He bit gently, then soothed the spot with soft licks, leaving her trembling.

Paige gripped the edge of the pool table, nails sinking into the felt.

Giovanni glanced up at her, before asking in a strained voice, “Why you ain’t got no panties on, Paige?”

She grinned, but before she could tell him she didn’t wear them, his lips latched onto her swollen bud.

His tongue lay heavy and flat on her, dragging upward with focused intent.

Paige cried out, hips jerking, but his hands held her firm, kept her open.

He ate like it was divine instruction, like somebody told him her pussy held the answers.

He was marking her, claiming her, carving his name into her body. She’d never forget.

He took his time, tongue drawing slow, wicked circles around her clit, dedicated, and so damn sure of himself.

“Shit,” she cursed as two fingers slid inside. She was ruining his pool table, and he didn’t give a damn. Giovanni devoured her like a menace, until her legs trembled so hard she thought she might come apart at the seams. “Fuck.”

He leaned back just enough to murmur, “You don’t even know. I could lose myself in you tonight. This pussy? Addictive.”

Paige couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Every inch of her was dialed into the obscene, devastating sounds he made between her thighs. The wet kisses. The low groans. The suction. Her release crept up hard and fast, curling tighter with every flick of his tongue.

“Vanni… fuck…” Her voice cracked as she rolled her hips toward his mouth.

He slid one hand up, pressing down on her lower belly, anchoring her, making sure she felt everything he gave and everything he took.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, tongue relentless. “Don’t fight it… fall for me.”

And she may have.

Paige shattered against his mouth, the orgasm ripping through her in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long damn time.

Maybe ever. She sobbed out his name, hips jerking, thighs clenching around his head, but Giovanni didn’t move, didn’t stop, riding her through every tremor, every aftershock until she collapsed panting against the pool table.

He finally looked up with a glistening face, he licked her off his lips with a mischievous smile.

“Show me your favorite position.”

A devilish grin grew on her face. She should’ve known he was a freak. But she was, too. He watched Paige slowly roll over and toot her ass up on all fours. Giving him a full view of her beautiful ass cheeks and glistening pussy. “I had a fuckin feeling.”

Giovanni slapped her on her round ass and watched it jiggled before he caressed it.

“Do it again.”

He obliged giving her what she wanted. He smacked her other ass cheek, and she yelped before wiggling her ass in his face. He bit down on his lip and almost drew blood.

“You like that shit?” he asked caressing her ass cheek with one hand while the other slid up and down her pussy lips. She was writhing beneath his touch. She couldn’t form words, but he wanted an answer. “Answer me, Paige. That’s what you like?”

“Yes, yes I do.” A breathless answer escaped as he smacked her ass cheek again. She was fifty percent sure she needed a minute, but also sure she didn’t want him to stop. She was already naked, no need to deprive herself of the many orgasms she knew the night would bring.

He stepped back to remove his clothing and give her a minute.

She peeked over her shoulder, and her eyes grew wide as saucers, at the sight of his thick dick.

Her mouth watered and lip drew in between her teeth.

She went back and forth on returning the favor, but she knew sucking his dick with her eyes on his and swallowing his kids after was too much for the first night.

He’d be at her doorstep tomorrow and every day after.

“I’m not calling you tomorrow.” Her voice was shaky, already betraying her. “And I’m not falling in love with you either.”

Giovanni’s nostrils flared and face twisted. She didn’t know it yet, but she’d just signed herself up for ride on the fuck around and find out express. Her words hadn’t even settled before he had a handful of her ponytail, dragging her back with an arm at her waist. “Repeat that, I dare you.”

Her feet stayed planted, even as every nerve ending fired off like warning shots.

Giovanni nodded, gripped her throat, and eased deeper—slow and unrelenting.

Her mouth fell open on a gasp. Thighs trembled.

He filled her, muted her, owned every inch of breath and body in one relentless rhythm.

“Say that shit again, P. I can’t hear you,” he barked, slowing to that deep, dragging pace that made her walls stretch and cling like she was trying to keep him. He leaned back just enough to watch the mess she was making on his dick—thick, glossy, proof she’d wrote a check she couldn’t cash.

He groaned, jaw tight, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. If she wanted to act up, she could holler his name loud enough to shake the damn shop. Giovanni gripped Paige’s throat tighter, not to hurt, but to make sure she felt him everywhere. To make her listen.

His other hand held her hip firm, anchoring her while he buried himself again, deeper, harder, slower.

The sound of skin meeting skin, wet, ruthless, undeniable, drowned out the bass still rumbling from the speakers.

“Say it,” he growled, teeth clenched, eyes locked on the way she took him in.

Paige tried. She really did. But all that came out was high, broken whimpers. The words were gone, drowned somewhere in the tingle at the base of her spine and the way Giovanni kept pulling her back onto his dick ruining her for anybody else.

“I’m about to cum again,” she panted. He grinned and pulled out of her abruptly. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back, his hand resting on her heart. He controlled her breathing, her moans, her entire body.

“You said you wasn’t gon’ call me...” he taunted against the shell of her ear, dragging his lips over her skin, savoring her shivers. “That you weren’t gon’ fall in love with me.”

He snapped his hips harder, diving back in with so much force he almost bottomed out. That act alone pulled a desperate, broken moan from her lips that bounced off the concrete walls.

“But here you go,” he grumbled the words poured from his mouth as he pressed deeper, grinding, staying there, letting her feel every vein, every inch. “Creamin’ all over this dick. Telling me you’ll be back and soon.”

Paige clawed at the pool table, the edges digging into her palms, the weight of his body and the sheer stretch of him sending her mind skidding out of control. She hated that he was right. Hated how easy it was to lose herself under him.

She tried to pull away, tried to catch her breath, but Giovanni wasn’t letting her run.

He yanked her back by the waist, forcing her to take him even deeper.

“You started this, talking all that shit,” he bit out, low and filthy in her ear. “You gon’ finish it.”