Chapter 13
EMILIANO
Emiliano stands before the mirror, buttoning up his tie for work, his thoughts consumed by Cassie, still slumbering in his bed. She’s like a drug to him, her soft, sensual body an addiction he can’t shake.
He’d thought that one night with her would quench his desire, but it hasn’t. Instead, his longing for her grows with each passing day. When he’s near her, all he wants is to touch her, to make love to her.
Even now, just thinking about her stirs him, despite their early morning tryst. She’d given herself to him completely, crying out his name as she climaxed. He loves making her lose control.
She’s not making it easy to focus on anything else, he muses, slipping on his jacket and stepping out of the closet.
CASSANDRA
Cassandra stirs, blinking her eyes open to find herself alone in bed. It’s not a new occurrence; she’s beginning to wonder if Emiliano ever sleeps.
Just the other night, she’d woken to feed Alex and found Emiliano standing naked on the balcony. When he’d spotted her, he’d sauntered over and kissed her until they were tangled in each other.
Now, sitting up, she realizes she’s still bare from the night before. She wraps the top sheet around her, covering her breasts, and stands, her hair falling across her face. Brushing it aside, she comes face-to-face with Emiliano.
Her breath hitches instantly. Why does this still happen? she wonders. Every time she sees him, her heart skips a beat.
“You’re…you’re still here?” she stammers.
Emiliano reaches up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You look so tempting; all I want to do is take you back to bed.”
His hand curves around her neck, gently guiding her closer. “Do you have to look so damn sexy in the morning, with your hair all tousled and your lips swollen from being kissed all night?”
Cassandra can already feel the heat building within her. “I…I—” she starts, but Emiliano cuts her off, his kiss so intense that it sends a jolt through her entire body… Why can’t she get enough of him? Why does he have to taste so good?
Cassandra melts into him, moaning softly when she feels his arousal. Emiliano discards the sheet and carries her back to bed, his hand expertly kneading her breast. He lies on top of her, still fully dressed.
Emiliano’s mouth leaves hers, descending to her breasts, sucking hard on her nipple. The sensations rocket through her, causing her to arch her back and wrap her legs around his waist. She’s so ready for him, she feels like she might burst if she doesn’t have him now.
Cassandra struggles with his clothes, so Emiliano pulls away briefly to undress. He returns half-naked, and she lets her hands explore his muscular chest. He’s so hard and large that it takes her small hands a while to cover every inch of him.
Their heavy breaths mingle as they gaze into each other’s lust-filled eyes. The faint sound of Emiliano’s belt unbuckling and his zipper being pulled down reaches Cassandra’s ears. He frees his erection from his pants, and her eyelids flutter shut.
“Look at me,” Emiliano orders, and Cassandra obeys. Her body is no longer her own; it’s his to do with as he pleases.
He slowly pushes into her.
“Oooh…,” Cassandra gasps, and then she feels all of him—so large that her pupils dilate.
With each thrust, she surrenders more to him, opening as wide as she can. He’s so deep that she can feel him press against her cervix.
Several intense, sweaty minutes later, Cassandra feels herself teetering on the edge. Her inner muscles clench around Emiliano’s erection as she climaxes, and his own thrusts become swift and powerful as he succumbs to his release, pushing so deep into her that she screams out.
Afterward, they lie still, silent as they gaze into each other’s eyes. Cassandra can feel that he’s still hard, and the realization reignites her desire.
Sensing her need, Emiliano leans down to claim her mouth in a heated kiss. “I’m late for a meeting,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against hers. “As much as I want to continue this, I can’t.”
Cassandra sighs.
“I’m disappointed too, sweetheart.” Emiliano rises and helps her up, leading her to the bathroom. He turns on the shower. “How about we have lunch?”
“What time?” Cassandra asks as he ushers her in.
“I’ll call you,” Emiliano promises, shedding his pants. He joins her in the shower.
