Page 43 of Family Secrets

Chapter Eighteen

Elizabeth’s breath hitched as her back came in contact with the wall. Gino’s hot breath on her neck forcing her head to tilt to the side, giving him room to work. She’d been expecting a call from him, but as evening turned to night, she readied for bed and had drifted to sleep when a banging sounded from her door startled her.

“God, you smell good.” Gino mumbled into her neck, his hand diving past the thin fabric of the nightgown she wore, kneading her breast with his large hand as he picked her up and slid his other between her thighs. “I swear to go slow next time,” he rasped out. “Fuck, Elizabeth tell me to stop if you don’t want me.” Grinding his thick erection against her core. The thought of not wanting him was lost the moment he said he needed her.

“It’s okay,” she squeaked out, mere seconds before her panties were ripped from her body and Gino plunged himself inside her.

“I…” Gino uttered as he pounded into her, his thoughts a clouded mess of who he feared was responsible for his father’s death.

“I fucking…” Adjusting his hold on Elizabeth, worried as fuck he was sending her the wrong message. He needed to be clear, countering his need not to think, “I love you.”

Elizabeth's eyes opened wide at Gino’s proclamation. Her back ached from the friction of her skin rubbing against the decorative wood piece, but she remained silent, letting him take what he needed for now.

Gino buried his nose in Elizabeth’s neck, the floral smell of her combined with how tight and warm she was brought on his orgasm. “Hold on, Baby,” he cried into her ear as his body shook and he spilled into her. Thrusting twice more, he allowed her feet to fall to the ground before he dropped to his knees before her, laying his forehead against her flat stomach.

Elizabeth knew the second his knees hit the floor something wasn’t right. Dropping to the floor, she captured his face in her hand, “Talk to me, Giovanni.” Her eyes shifted between his, “Tell me what’s wrong?”

Gino swallowed hard. “My father…” he trailed off, collapsing into her.

“Your father what, Gino? Please, tell me what happened.”

Elizabeth waited as Gino shifted his body, moving to rest his back against the wall, his legs spread open and his knees bent. Leaning his head against the wall, he tipped his face in her direction, “My father was killed tonight.”

Elizabeth had never been formally introduced to Jonathan Vitale, knowing only through what she’d heard through Lisa and the other girls in the office.

“Oh my, God. I’m so sorry.” Cradling Gino’s torso in her arms, she kissed the top of his head. “Are you okay? Of course, you’re not okay, this was your father.” She added, more for herself than him.

Pulling her to straddle him, “I’m the one who is sorry. I came here tonight because you were the first person I thought of. The one person I wanted close to me.” Sealing his words with a kiss, Gino lowered his knees to pull her closer.

“My life is cruel and complicated, full of pitfalls and heartbreak. What I said before was ill-planned, but it’s the truth. I love you, Elizabeth Smith. I have since the first moment I saw you, standing on the curb waiting to get into Lisa’s car. I want you in my world, no matter what the next few days bring, I want you beside me.”

Nodding, Elizabeth pressed her lips to his. “Yes, of course.”

Deepening the kiss, Gino flipped them over, not caring if she didn’t repeat the words back to him. For now, he’d love her enough for both of them.

“Your lips taste so sweet, Elizabeth. I want to know if the rest of you tastes as sweet.”

Before she could answer, Gino had her on her feet and tossed over his shoulder as he jogged down the hall to the master bedroom, laying her down as gently as he had the night he got her drunk.

Gino stood back, admiring the beauty lying before him, her hair had begun to show its true color as the dark roots made their appearance. God, he hoped she would go back to her natural hair, be less like the girls in the office. Taking her foot, a thought came to mind as he kissed her arch, licking the area between her toes, earning a giggle which spoke volumes to him.

Placing his knee on the bed, he laid her foot down, shrugging out of his jacket and letting his gun fall with it to the floor. He watched as her breathing became rapid, as he ran his index finger up her leg and over her knee. Removing his shirt and pants, he didn’t miss the way her eyes drifted from his face down his chest, stopping at his cock. He wanted her to look, to lick her lips with anticipation of the level of pleasure he could bring her. He fully intended on bringing her pleasure tonight and every night for the rest of their lives.

“I owe you an orgasm,” he announced before diving between her thighs, separating her lips with his thumbs and lapping at her engorged clit.

“Gino, wait!” Elizabeth cried, reaching down and pulling at his hair.

“What? You don’t like having your pussy licked?”

Elizabeth struggled to find the right words to answer his questions. “It’s just…”

Having one partner in her life, which sadly was Jonah, whose idea of hot sex was leaving the light in the bathroom on. He was a straight missionary style, with the entire event over before she was able to get going.

“It’s just what, babe? If you have something you like, tell me and I’ll fucking do it.”

Letting out a deep breath, her eyes shifted to the ceiling overhead. “Earlier, when you came in…” She trailed off, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. “You came inside me.”

“Is that what this is all about? Did your ex have an issue with his own jizz?”

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