Where You Belong: A Single Dad/Nanny Romance (The Giannelli Series – Love in Little Italy Book 1)
Where You Belong: Chapter 18

The burn that came over me the second he pushed himself inside me was intense. It feels like losing my virginity all over again. Only this time, the man inside me makes me feel so damn sexy and confident.

I don’t know what got into me tonight.

I was tossing and turning in bed, thinking about how much I wished we hadn’t been interrupted this afternoon, and then I just…decided to go for it.

He’s already made me feel so alive in the past forty-eight hours.

The pain starts to diminish, and just looking up at the man inside of me, feeling him stretch my walls, makes me start to feel excited.

‘Okay. You can move,’ I urge.

He starts out slow, seemingly not wanting to hurt me again. His jaw is tight while he concentrates on moving carefully. With each thrust in, he does this circular motion that hits my clit and sends waves of pleasure to my core. I open my legs wider as all my defenses fall away.

‘Fuck, Alexis. You feel amazing, like you were made for me,’ Gabriel states as he continues to move.

‘Oh, god. Please don’t stop. Keep moving. I need…I need…’ I try to get words out, but each time he thrusts back inside, I lose my train of thought.

My hands run up his back, and I feel how defined his muscles are. When they reach the top, my fingers squeeze his shoulders in an effort to hold onto something.

‘Tell me what you need, Alexis,’ he growls, which gets my attention.

‘More. Go harder,’ I tell him.

He pushes from his elbows to his hands and starts to increase his speed and his power. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter as my body starts to lose it. The thing that has me completely thrown for a loop is his eyes on me. He refuses to look anywhere but directly into my gaze, and it’s this thrilling feeling that makes my stomach flutter. To have this man’s sole attention feels incredible, but it’s more than that. His eyes hold something in them, and I feel like they’re trying to communicate with me.

The combination of the intimacy mixed with his movement brings me right to the brink of release. I feel my walls start to close in around him, which only intensifies the pleasure.

‘Shit, baby. You’re about to come already, aren’t you? God, it feels so damn good.’

His words are the final encouragement I need. My orgasm shoots through my body. I’m not sure what noises I’m making, only that I’m not the only one making them. We are both a mixture of growls, moans, and curse words.

After what feels like a slow-motion orgasm that goes on forever for both of us, Gabriel collapses on top of me. His face is tucked in the crook of my neck as we both work to catch our breaths. Neither of us makes any effort to move a muscle. I can feel his dick start to soften inside of me, and it makes me feel so close to him.

I was never close enough to Trevor to notice something like that. I actually can’t remember him staying with me. Immediately after he came, he was out of me and cleaning himself up.

Could it be that all this time, it wasn’t me that had the issue? Was I just with the wrong kind of guys?

It certainly feels that way lying here with Gabriel.

He lifts his head and starts to lightly kiss my neck. It makes me feel like I’m special to him, a dangerous feeling.

‘How are you doing?’ he asks before leaning up to look at me.

‘I think I feel really freakin’ good, actually.’ I smile up at him.

The grin that spreads across his face is bigger than one I’ve seen him give, and it makes me shiver.

‘Me too,’ he says.

‘But I didn’t retain anything you taught me about wine,’ I joke.

He throws his head back and lets out a carefree laugh.

‘Then we must keep educating you until the information stays put.’ He kisses my lips before pushing himself off me and pulling out. The loss of him filling me up, coupled with the warmth of his skin, leaves me instantly wishing I could have him back.

‘I’m just gonna go take care of the condom. You stay put,’ he tells me as he scoots off the bed.

I move my head to the pillow and pull the covers over me. His bed feels amazing, and it smells just like him. As he exits his bathroom, I can’t help but watch his body as he heads toward his dresser. His muscles are so distinct, mesmerizing me.

He pulls out a pair of black boxer briefs and steps into them before he comes over to join me under the covers.

‘Damn, you’re so fucking sexy, Alexis. I’m getting hard again already,’ he says before pulling me into his arms.

When I tiptoed down here tonight, I didn’t think it would result in the two of us cuddling at the end of the night.

I move my hand to his chest and wiggle around until I feel comfortable. Being like this with him feels oddly natural.

‘How could you possibly be getting hard again?’ I laugh into his chest. ‘You’ve already come twice in the last half hour.’

‘Maybe it’s because I’ve literally fantasized about you every day for the last five weeks.’

His admission has me lifting my head to look at him. ‘Have you really?’

He tucks some stray hair behind my ear. ‘Can you blame me? You know you’re beautiful.’

I’m not sure how to reply to that, so I lean in and kiss his lips. What was supposed to be a peck turns into long slow kisses with lots of tongue.

‘Want some wine?’ he asks, reaching for the glass after we pull away from each other.

‘Sure.’ I take the glass from him and take a sip. ‘Mmmm…tastes different when it’s not given to me directly from your mouth.’

‘I think I like drinking wine like that. It should be the new way you taste test.’ He smirks at me.

We spend the next hour sharing the remaining wine and talking. I tell him more about my upbringing, and he tells me about his. He has such a close-knit family, and his parents are very involved. I hate the stab of jealousy that gets exposed when I compare what others have. What would it be like to have a mother that was so in your business that it was borderline overbearing? Some people may complain about it, but I long for it.

My own mother hasn’t even called me once while I’ve been here. Alone in a new city with a new job, she doesn’t even seem to be worried. If something happened to me, how long would it be before she realized I was missing?

I curl into Gabe’s arms to try and get rid of the depressing thoughts. His warmth and slow breaths calm my racing mind, making my eyes start to flutter closed.