Page 52 of Because I Need You
“What?” He paused and lay beside me, propping himself up on his elbow. He brought a hand to my face and pushed my hair away from my cheek as I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my ears.
“This can’t happen.”
“What, you and me?”
I nodded.
“You agreed to this.” He raised an eyebrow. Him and his agreements.
“I know, but still.” I swallowed. “It’s a terrible idea.”
“That’s all I’ve been hearing from everyone from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He leaned in, kissed my mouth, sucked my bottom lip into his. “You really think that’ll stop me from having you?”
“Well, yeah, if I’m the one telling you it can’t happen.” I was smiling when I pushed his shoulder hard. He fell on his back with a low chuckle and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his hips, throbbing between my legs when I felt his rock-hard erection there.
“Is this you telling me it can’t happen? Because I really fucking like it.” He rocked his hips up. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
“What happened to Natasha?” I asked breathily.
“You’re really going to bring up another woman while you’re in my bed, looking like you’re ready to fuck my brains out?” His hands skirted down to my thighs, his fingers gripping as they moved up, under my shorts, easily pushing the thong I had aside.
“Gio.” I groaned, throwing my head back. “Please. I need to know.”
“Hm. How badly do you want to know?” He kept a hand under my thong, his thumb circling my clit as his other hand came up under my shirt, squeezing my breasts, tweaking my nipple. “Does it make you wet? Me having a girlfriend?”
“No.” I gasped, rocking against his thumb.
“No?” he asked, smile in his voice, though my eyes were still screwed shut as the orgasm rocked through me. I shuddered, he took his hand back, and as I opened my eyes and looked down at him through a haze, I saw him stick his thumb into his mouth and suck it with a pop. I shuddered again.
“I need to know,” I said again, looking at him seriously.
He sighed heavily. “I broke up with her.”
“For sure?”
“Yes, for sure.” He frowned. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“When did you break up with her?”
He turned his face and looked away, but he was still hard beneath me. I rocked my hips. He hissed, grabbing my thighs again, right on top of the small bruises from earlier. I bit my lip at the pain, the pleasure. I liked to feel what I did to him. I liked what he did to me. I knew if I kept rocking against him like this, I’d come again, without the help of his hand.
“Can we talk about this after?” He brought a hand up under my shirt again.
“Nope.” I ground my hips again.
“Fuck.” His eyes popped open, sharp gaze on mine. “The night you showed up at my house.”
“What?” I stopped moving and planted my hands on his hard chest. “Before or after you found out I was there?”
“Jesus, Isabel.” He pulled in a breath and let it out, tweaking my nipple. I bit my lip, but the moan left my mouth, nonetheless. “Before.”
“So, not because of me?”
He chuckled, grabbing my hips and turning us so that I was beneath him on the bed. I kept my legs wrapped around him. “Is it going to make you even more wet if I say yes?” He pushed a hand into my shorts, into my thong, and groaned. “Damn. You’re so fucking wet now. So ready for my cock.”
I shuddered as he ran his fingers over my sensitive clit. I was too sensitive. Too raw. He kept rubbing, though, and I kept riding his hand.
“It wasn’t because of you,” he said, bringing his lips down to mine, his fingers slowly moving up and down my wet folds, teasing. “But I would’ve broken it off the moment I saw you if it meant I could have you. Is that a good enough answer?”
“Y-yes. I think so,” I gasped, arching my back.
“Good, because if I don’t fuck you in the next five minutes I might die.”
And he did. He fucked me slower that time, biting my shoulder, my arm, my lip when I kissed him. Slower, but he still made me orgasm twice, and I couldn’t even protest when he pulled the covers over us and turned off the lamp once he was finished. I didn’t think of Will or my father or what would happen next. I didn’t think of the break in or the man I’d seen earlier in the day. Gio consumed my every though, my very existence, and left no room for anything else. I should’ve been terrified, but it was thrilling.
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GIO
I didn’t mind women sleeping in my bed. Some men snuck out in the middle of the night or didn’t like the idea of sharing a bed because it made them feel like they were sending the wrong message. I never gave a shit about the message. If I wanted something in black and white, I stated it that way. If they didn’t like it, I got rid of them. With Isabel, things already felt more complicated than that. I wanted her body, and I got it. I’d wanted her thoughts, and she gave them, most of the time. Information was tricky, but only when it came to personal information about her about her past, which was what I wanted. I wanted a list of every single fucking person who had wronged her. The why didn’t matter. It just was. She opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light coming into the room.
