Page 43 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)

Chapter Forty-Three

Taylor

T ommaso has surprised me more than his brothers. I kind of sized up their personalities easily, but he is more guarded. An enigma, if you like and he is hiding a huge personality behind that enigmatic smile.

The burden he carries is heartbreaking. Many men would have broken, but he used the pain to forge a heart of molten steel.

He is hiding behind it, though, because like me, like all of us, he needs more.

We can be more together, coming here has opened my eyes to that.

Who wants normal anyway when you can have extraordinary?

This life could be amazing if we allowed ourselves to believe that this is normal—to us, anyway.

As we move through the house, it no longer appears large, scary even. It wraps around my soul and has quickly become home.

I love how homey it is, despite the over-inflated luxury. Whoever designed this is a genius because I wouldn’t change a thing.

“You have a lovely home.” I am compelled to add, and his low growl makes me smile. “ We have a lovely home, Taylor and I include you in that.”

“Lucky me.” I laugh softly as happiness engulfs me.

“You are happy here?”

“Is that a statement or a question?” I grin as I deliver his words back to him, and he laughs. This time it’s light, carefree even, and my heart curls with pleasure.

“I am happy here.” I confirm, and he nods, a satisfied smile on his face.

We reach the swimming pool, and I gaze at the view of the mountains through the glass divider and gasp, “Every window reflects the majesty of the mountains.”

“So, you’re a poet now.” He nudges me, and I’m tempted to push him into the pool; however, Tomasso is still a little scary, and I’m not about to destroy the easy relationship building between us.

I’m surprised when he shrugs out of his robe and offers me the first glimpse of his body uninterrupted, and I swallow hard, because, fuck me, this man is crafted in stone and muscle.

My mouth actually waters when I note the god standing before me, from his sculpted chest, defined by ink with a smattering of dark hair covering it.

It tapers into a tantalizing V leading down to a cock I would willingly worship for my entire life.

His arms are strong and his legs sturdy, his granite jaw dusted with dark stubble, his eyes smoldering and brimming with emotion.

His cock is large, the perfect size, and a wave of desire floods my body as I am slightly lightheaded.

“Fancy a swim?” His question tugs my mind back to reality.

“I don’t have a costume.”

“Neither do I. You don’t need one because nobody can see us in here.”

“Are you sure?”

“If you think I want anyone ogling my woman, you don’t know me at all, princess.”

His woman. I love the sound of that and, without another word, I tug the t-shirt over my head and face him as proudly as he did me, our eyes connecting, understanding heavy in both our gazes.

He turns and dives in, cutting a powerful figure through the water, and as I hesitate on the side, he treads water as he watches me.

“You’re nervous.” He states the frigging obvious because this is where the perfect image fades.

“I, um, can’t swim.” I admit with shame, and he smiles softly. “Then it’s a good job I can. I’ll catch you.”

I sit on the edge and my legs dangle in the warm water, which astonishes me.

“Why isn’t it cold?”

“It’s set to reflect the most comfortable temperature for the time of year. In the height of summer, it’s cool. Swimming should be a pleasure, not an endurance test; we have a mountain lake for that.”

“A lake, where? ”

“On the other side of the property. Giorgio loves it more than the pool. It’s another example of his madness.”

His grin almost undoes me because I’ve learned that smiling isn’t something that Tommaso does a lot of, and yet here, in this mountain paradise, he is free. I can see that now. He is relaxed, almost human.

He reaches out, and his hands settle around my waist, and as I slip into the water, I attempt to push the fear away.

My legs wrap around his waist, and my pussy rubs against his cock, the water running between every crack in our bodies, my heart beating frantically both from the danger of the water and the man holding me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and his low rumble of authority reassures as he whispers, “Relax, don’t be afraid of the water; your body will naturally float if you allow it.”

“It doesn’t feel like that.” I gasp as he eases his hold a little and says firmly. “Remember I’ve got you. I’ll hold you up, just lie back in my arms and allow the water to wash over you.”

“Don’t drop me.”I implore him, and he growls, “I will never drop you, princess. I’ve always got your back.”

As I lie back, I’m assured of that, and as the water ripples over my body, I allow myself to relax in his arms as I float on air.

“That’s better.”

His reassurance fills me with confidence, and as he moves me around the pool, he asks, “Nobody ever taught you to swim?”

“Fight yes, swim no.”

His mouth curls up at the sides. “Fighting is one survival skill, but swimming is another you must master.”

“Will you teach me?”

“Of course.”

Our smiles connect, and a warm sensation of peace wafts through me like a comforting breeze on a summer’s day.

“Tell me about Loretta.” I risk ruining the moment, and his expression tightens and then relaxes as he begins to speak.

“She was beautiful. I may be biased, but she was. Growing up, we fought with the other two, but never us. We shared a bond as well as a womb, and I shared her emotions as she did mine. We were best friends and she was the only person I could open up to. Matteo and Giorgio were close, but it was nothing like the deep connection I had with my twin. I’m ashamed to admit that we made life difficult for her, vetting her friendships and warning guys away who even glanced in her direction. ”

“She must have been pissed about that.”

“She was but misunderstood our reasons. As it turned out, we never succeeded anyway.”

His eyes darken, and I add quickly, “She was lucky to have three brothers. I doubt she would have changed anything about you even if she could.”

The water laps over my body, and with Tommaso holding me, it’s so intimate, liberating even, and as he stares into my eyes, a gleam of lust sparks, simmering beneath the surface, never far away .

“I want to kiss you.” He whispers, and it’s strangely endearing for a man who always takes it as his right, to ask permission now.

“I want to kiss you too.”

His smile is sweet, and as he swings me into his arms, I love how protective they are.

His hand wraps around my damp hair, and as our lips collide, the water laps around us as he kisses me hard, deeply and with more than just passion.

My heart beats hard against his chest as he laps at my tongue, twisting it in his, exploring every inch of my mouth, all the time holding me safe while we are surrounded by danger.

I almost forget I can’t swim because with him I am invincible.

His low groan heightens my need for him, and as he pushes me against the side of the pool, he pulls back and says huskily, “I want to be inside you.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

His cock throbs against my pussy, and as my legs wrap around his waist, he eases in slowly, almost with hesitation.

It’s a rush I wasn’t expecting as he pushes in deeper, my body accommodating his as if it was made to fit. It’s intense as we stare into one another’s eyes the entire time, lust turning to ecstasy as he buries into me to the hilt.

“I knew you would be amazing, Taylor.”

He uses my name, and it spikes passion in my soul.

I don’t tear my eyes away from his as he fucks me slowly, gently, almost reverently, and it’s remarkable how the dominant inside him has been replaced by something even sexier.

We are connected in every way as the only thing I can see is him.

Not where we are, the fact we are not alone in the house, or who he is.

Here, in the water, minus any clothes, material possessions, or inhibitions, we are as free as nature delivered us, two bodies joined together and two minds fascinated by the other.

Warm tingles shoot through my body as he explores slowly, with care, not rushing a minute. Savoring every second, dragging in and out with slow precision, building my pleasure, embracing his.

My hands rest on his shoulders as I push down harder on his cock, loving the friction it creates, riding him a little harder.

His deep groan lights a spark inside me as he increases the pace, scraping against my walls, carving our names into a love heart on the side of them.

The water laps against us, washing away the heat of our bodies, prolonging the moment, supporting us like he said it would. Here we are two equals, reveling in our desire, our lust for another, and our greed for more.

“Harder.” I gasp and he grips my hair, angling my head back as he nips at my throat, pushing in deeper, harder, with more urgency, powering inside me, awakening the dominant inside him.

He fucks me now, ruthless, domineering and without care and I love it.

I moan against his hand that slaps hard against my mouth, pressing my lips together, my screams building behind it.

He is everywhere — inside me, my body, head, and soul and I see nothing but him, want nobody but him.

I am free, without fear, and at peace, and it’s too much to hold the dam any longer.

My scream tears through the silence of the mountain range, almost a battle cry, and as he comes hard inside me, it shatters me completely, and my mind goes somewhere else entirely as everything around me fades into oblivion.