Page 28 of The One Night Match (Mafia Matchmaker #1)
TWENTY-EIGHT
CRUZ
I wanted to fuck her slowly and sensually.
I wanted to take my time, to worship her, to show her all the reasons she shouldn’t keep trying to run from this thing between us.
But the second I got sight of her heat, I should have known it wouldn’t be possible. Not this time at least.
Not after being desperate for her for the last two weeks, after watching her walk around my house in my clothes, having her in my arms at night, seeing how well she fits into my life, even as she tries to prove all the reasons we won’t work.
So instead, I’m fucking her like a wild animal.
My hips snap into hers over and over again, reveling in the way her pussy flutters around me the closer I drag her to the edge.
She’s so close, so fucking close, she clenches around me with every thrust, desperately trying to hold me deep inside her.
“I could live inside you, Riley,” I groan, willing the tingling in my lower spine to fuck off. I’m not ready to come yet, but then, will I ever be? “Maybe I’ll start working from home more. That way I can sit you on my cock while I work.”
Her pussy clenches around me, telling me how much she likes the idea, even if she’ll never admit as much.
“Do you think you could stay quiet as I fucked you slow and deep through a meeting?”
Riley’s eyes roll back into her head, lost in the pleasure as I thrust into her with wild abandon. I should be gentle, should show her that I can be soft and slow, but considering how she flutters around me, I don’t think she’s upset with the way things are playing out.
I push her thighs against her chest, holding her open for me as I slam into her, shoving her up the bed with every thrust. I slide a hand up over her stomach, past her perfect tits, and pause once it’s wrapped around her throat.
“Answer me,” I growl. “Could you be quiet, Kitten? Because the way you’re screaming for me right now makes me think you can’t.”
“I can,” she whines. “I could be quiet. Please, Cruz. Please.”
“Please fuck you while I run my organization? Please fill you with my cock as I work, only letting you come when I see fit? Is that what you want, Riley?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
The idea of being inside her all day, every day, is far too tempting and does nothing to pull me back from the edge. I want this to last all night, but the way she’s clenching around me, her pussy desperately trying to milk the cum right out of me, I know that’s a pipe dream.
“You gonna come for me, Kitten?” I squeeze her throat.
She nods through a strangled moan.
“You look so fucking pretty with my hand around your throat, Riley. So fucking pretty,” I grunt, dropping my other hand to the swollen bundle of nerves right above where we’re joined.
The second I make contact, she tumbles over the edge, her body seizing with pleasure as she bears down on me so hard stars burst into my vision, dragging me right over with her.
I struggle to keep my thrusts even as I fuck her through her release, pumping thick ropes of cum into her, dragging every ounce of pleasure from both of us.
Once I’m spent and Riley’s body sinks into the bed, I can’t bring myself to pull out of her. Not when I don’t know when I’ll get to be inside her again. Not when she’s still actively trying to run from me. Not when she still thinks I’m going to let her go.
My legs finally regain some feeling, and I carefully gather her into my arms, striding toward the bathroom without dislodging my still hard cock.
I feel like a teenager again, and the idea of fucking Riley against the shower wall only makes my balls ache with need all over again.
She drops her head to my shoulder, her arms and legs wrapped around me with complete trust that I won’t let her fall.
And I won’t.
Not ever.
I reach into the shower and turn on the water, checking the temperature twice to make sure it’s warm before I step us both under the spray.
“If I knew all I had to do was fuck you to get you to cuddle me, I would have done it on our wedding night.” I chuckle, holding her tight against me.
She giggles, her breath tickling my throat. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, buddy. I’m just waiting to get the feeling back in my legs.”
“Well, in that case, how about round two?” I smirk, reaching for the sponge and soaking it in her favorite body wash that I moved in here while she was playing with the ugliest dog to ever walk the earth.
“Not with that monster. I’m going to be sore for days.”
“Good.”
She shakes her head, but I can feel how her lips curve up against my bare skin.
Fuck. She feels so good in my arms, too good.
I have to make her see how good we could be together. I have to make her understand that no matter how far she runs, I’ll always chase her.
Because Riley is mine, and not even death could steal her away from me.
I wash her slowly, taking my time to move the sponge over every inch of body I can reach, and it’s only when I have no other choice that I finally dislodge myself and help her to her feet.
A growl tears from my chest as my cum slips down her thigh, and before I know what I’m doing, I gather it onto two fingers and push it back inside her, keeping it exactly where it belongs.
“Cruz?” she murmurs, watching me with lust-filled eyes.
“How do you feel about plugs?”
“Plugs?”
“I want to keep you full of me at all times, and a plug would definitely help with that.”
Her laugh fills the tiled shower, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and I can’t help but drag her back into my arms, holding her against my chest like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
And to me, she is.
“Cruz?”
“Hmm?”
“You tattooed my name above your dick.”
“Yep.”
“You know that’s kind of insane, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Especially given the fact that I’m actively trying to get you to agree to end our marriage.”
“I’m aware.”
“So why did you do it?”
I pull back slightly, just enough that I can look down at her. “Because you’re it for me, Kitten. So even if you get your way, no other woman will ever see that tattoo.”
She stares up at me, and for the first time since she walked down the aisle, she doesn’t look like she’s going to run for the hills at the first opportunity.
Baby steps.