Leaning in, he nipped at her shoulder, then bent and caught one nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, she let out a keening cry.
“That’s it, baby. Make noise for me.”
“I shouldn’t.” Worry wrenched the words from her.
“You will. I’ll take care of everything.” He pulled on her nipple again before switching to the other. “I just want to hear you.”
His wife might be worried about being discovered, but this turned her on. Around him, she felt so slick and tight. So stunning and breath stealing.
“Yes…”
The flush broke out across her chest. Gia gushed all over his cock again. Her little whimpers picked up in volume. She was close.
“Come for me, my sweet wife, and scream.”
Her hard breathing became outright pants, then she dragged in one long breath and held it. Jason pumped hard straight into her depths, praying he could fuse them together in a way that would last far longer than the orgasm and its afterglow.
Then he wasn’t thinking any more as the ecstasy shot through him like he’d injected it straight into his heart. It zipped through his body, taking over. And as she let out a high-pitched squeal of pleasure in the sound of his name, he released everything he had to her, shuddering through every thrust, doing his best to claim her once and for all.
Chapter Seven
An hour later, Gia left the department store still blushing to the roots of her hair and dazed. Beside her, Jason held her hand and carried three huge bags of things he’d bought for her in the other. Behind them, two clerks carried the boxes of shoes her husband had insisted she needed. All eight pairs of them. When she’d pointed out that she only had two feet, he smiled and whispered that he only had one penis, but it really appreciated the view of her in sexy stilettos. Any other objection she’d raised, he’d waved away. His credit card had taken even more of a pounding than she had in the dressing room.
The thought made her blush again, especially when she recalled the way the sales associate had returned a few minutes later with a gentle clearing of her throat and a repressed smile. Gia herself hadn’t been sure whether to smack Jason for inducing her to do something arrest-worthy or simply giggle. No denying that she felt happier, lighter than she had in over a year. Being with him fulfilled her, and it had nothing to do with what he bought her and everything to do with the way he coaxed her out of her comfort zone and made her feel special with just his touch.
She was head over heels in love with him again. Well, still. She sighed.
What could she possibly give him in return? A blue-collar outlook on life? Arrest procedures? He knew how to cuff someone without her pointers. Gia shook her head. She liked herself, but didn’t at all see why a billionaire would pursue her. Was it because she’d left him for the better part of a year and he wanted what he saw as the unattainable?
The thought gnawed at her as they loaded the car and left the mall. It chewed some more at her as they glided down the highway, heading west toward her part of town. He drove his sleek black Porsche like he conducted business—aggressively and without paying much attention to the rules.
“You get a lot of speeding tickets?”
He grinned. “Maybe a few. What can I say? I like the adrenaline rush.”
“You one of those idiots who jumps out of perfectly good airplanes with just a canvas backpack?”
“Yep.” He laughed. “I love skydiving. I’ll get you to try it someday soon.”
“No thanks.”
“Baby, we’ll tandem jump. You’ll enjoy it. I’ll keep you safe,” he promised.
For no logical reason she could think of, that actually made her reconsider. Jason would do exactly as he said. He would ensure that nothing happened except a crazy jump from five thousand feet and a smooth landing. She trusted him.
Of course, would she really be with him long enough to make that a reality?
Maybe…she should think about their future more. Yes, she was better rested and more relaxed since she’d come to Jason’s condo. But if she stayed, it would only be because he made her genuinely happy. And because they were both in love.
Once in her neighborhood, she and Jason had a fabulous lunch at a nearby Japanese hibachi and sushi place she’d been wanting to try. Afterward, he drove her to the pediatrician’s office, where she dropped off the insurance card.
When she hopped back in the car, it wasn’t quite two in the afternoon. She assumed Jason would head back toward the city. Instead, he drove directly to her old house and parked in front of it.
Gia stared at the cozy little ranch-style abode. It hadn’t been much. Small with an ancient kitchen and a crappy master bathroom. But she’d been proud of the little fixer. She’d bought it with her own money and spruced it up as finances allowed. Seeing it now gave her a terrible pang. She’d lost so much in the last year. Her brother. Her husband in so many ways. She’d also lost her independence and missed it deeply. The thought made her feel selfish, so she tried to squelch it. Truth was, she simply hadn’t been prepared to shoulder the responsibility of her entire family while she’d been in shock and mourning.
“Why are we here?” Her voice shook.
“Why did you sell your house?”
Such a complicated question… “Long story short, after my brother’s death, Mila couldn’t cope without me. I was running myself ragged driving the nine miles between her place and mine, sometimes in the middle of the night when Bella was sick or Tony Jr. had nightmares, and grief was eating her alive. She really didn’t function for a good three months.” Gia paused. “My mom had just had a knee replacement. My dad was a great cop in his day, but he doesn’t know much about being the primary caretaker for two kids under the age of three. It was just easier to move in with Mila.”
“Why not rent your house out while you stayed with your sister-in-law so you’d have a place to come home to?”
She let out a huge sigh. After the way she’d avoided him for months following their wedding day, she owed him this explanation. He’d probably seen her disconnecting her phone and moving away as her means of avoiding him, rather than trying to deal with the tragedy and accept the obligations she’d suddenly inherited.
“When Mila learned she was pregnant again, my brother overextended himself to buy her and the kids the house they now live in. They needed a place with three bedrooms because if they put the baby in with Tony Jr., she’d keep him up half the night. Nothing worse than a cranky toddler.”