Chapter 18

The day had been long,but at the same time, it had flown by for Angelo, and he suspected it had everything to do with the woman sitting in the seat next to him. “Any idea what you’d like to eat for dinner?” he asked as they pulled into his garage.

“Are you cooking?”

“I can. If you would prefer to, you can cook. I don’t mind,” he finished with a wink. He really didn’t have a preference. He’d happily cook for her for the rest of his life.

“Oh no, you don’t want me cooking for you, unless you want to spend the rest of the evening with a stomachache.”

Angelo arched his eyebrow. “You can’t be that bad?”

Teresa shrugged. “Okay, maybe I exaggerated, but my fingers work better ordering in food than measuring out stuff.”

He laughed. He’d never picked her as a person who’d order in a lot, but then again, for some people it was easier to do that, especially when they lived by themselves. He didn’t mind cooking just for himself, but he had to admit, he really enjoyed cooking for two. “How about this? Why don’t we cook together tonight? I can show you how to make another one of my mom’s good Italian dishes.”

She flashed a huge grin. “I like that idea a lot.”

“Right. If we’re going to do this, we’ll have to get out of the car.”

Teresa rolled his eyes at his comment. “Way to state the obvious.”

Angelo chuckled again, enjoying the banter with Teresa. She was so easy to be around. When he was with her, he never felt like he had to be something he wasn’t.

Despite his convictions, beliefs, and lectures to himself, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. The more time he spent with Teresa, the more his thought processes were changing. His abrupt about face to how he’d been thinking and feeling only a short time ago, should’ve had him stopping and maybe lecturing himself again.

Yet he didn’t want to.

Didn’t want to put aside what, deep down, he’d always wanted, but had never acknowledged.

Unconsciously, he’d been waiting. Waiting for a special someone to cross his path. Waiting for the moment when he could see the future his mother wanted for him, but one he always denied he needed until he was older.

The fact it was Teresa, someone who had piqued his interest when he’d been younger, but he’d been too full of himself to appreciate her for the person she was, was fate mocking him. All he knew was, now that she had hurtled into his life, he had no plans to let her go.

“I betyou’re regretting asking me to help you,” Teresa said, as she wiped her face free of the cream she’d been whipping with the hand mixer.

Angelo was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe. He had no idea how she’d managed it. All he’d heard was a little squeak of surprise and turned to find Teresa wearing the cream instead of whipping it.

Her hand slapped his upper arm. “It’s not funny.”

He tugged her close, not caring that he’d end up with cream on him. “Babe, it is. I don’t know how anyone can mess up whipping cream. What did you do?” He swiped a dollop of cream from her cheek and sucked his finger clean.

Teresa’s gray eyes widened, then darkened with desire. “I don’t know,” she mumbled, but her attention was fixed on his mouth.

Finishing cooking their meal fled from his mind. All Angelo wanted was the woman in front of him. He reached behind him and turned the burner off before his mouth found hers.

She reached around his shoulders, and the only thing he wanted to feast on was the woman in his arms.

Bending at the knees, he lifted her and walked them toward his bathroom, only breaking the kiss when he reached the room.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, her voice husky from their shared kiss, firing up his already burning desire for her.

Angelo reached for the hem of her top, lifting it. “We’re getting you clean.”

Once he had her top off, he turned the shower on while he dealt with her pants. A few seconds later, steam filled the room, and Teresa stood before him naked. His mouth watered thinking of all the places he was going to kiss, lick, and bite.

“Someone is overdressed.” She ran her hands down her body, before coming back up and cupping her breasts, tempting and teasing him. “And it’s not me.”

“Minx,” he muttered and quickly divested himself of his clothes. Angelo checked the temperature, adjusting it until it was the perfect mix of hot and cold. “Ready?”

Teresa had drawn her bottom lip between her teeth, and his cock hardened even more. “I think so.”

He quickly smothered her yelp of surprise with his mouth as he pulled her into the glass enclosure.

Her lips opened beneath his, and he shoved his tongue inside, dueling with hers.

Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and her firm ass filled his hands.

This woman was too good for him, but he had no plans to give her up.

Angelo pressed her against the tiles as he trailed his mouth across her jaw, down her neck until he found one of her nipples. He sucked the small bud into his mouth, reveling in her cry of pleasure. While he laved and worshipped one breast, he massaged her other one. With every suck of his mouth, he plucked the nipple with his fingers.

“So good, Angelo, so good,” she moaned. “I need more.” Her hips moved against him, telling him exactly where she wanted him.

“All in good time.” Angelo released her nipple with a pop and reversed what he was doing. Her panting filled his shower, and he didn’t think he’d be able to take another shower without remembering the sound.

His cock was aching. The need to be buried deep consumed him, but he wanted her screaming his name before he took possession of her.

Angelo kissed his way from her breasts to just above her pussy, the smell of her arousal filling his nostrils. He dipped a finger between her silken folds, and it came away dripping. “So wet, babe,” he murmured as he replaced his finger with his tongue, groaning at her sweet taste.

Teresa’s fingers dug into his scalp, and he welcomed the pain. Water cascaded around them as he licked, sucked and nipped her to a blistering orgasm, her screams echoing around his bathroom.

He lapped up every drop of her release. Her body trembled, and he tightened his hold on her. Angelo stood and framed her face, a small smile curved her lips. “You good, babe?”

“No,” she shook her head, and he froze.

From where he’d been squatting between her legs, she’d had a massive orgasm. How could she be anything but good?

Was that egotistical?

Sure it was, but he knew she hadn’t been faking her reaction to his touch.

“No?” Angelo asked, keeping his tone light while all he wanted to do was demand that she tell him why she wasn’t good.

“I need this.” Teresa grabbed his cock, his breath hissing out of him as her fingers closed around his hard length. “Right here,” she tilted her hips so her pussy brushed against him.

Relief swept through him, and if he’d hadn’t been lost in his own need and desire for the woman in front of him, he would’ve picked up on the fact that she’d been teasing him. “Never let it be known that I don’t listen to my woman.” He lifted her and adjusted their position so his dick was notched at her sex. “Hang on, babe.” Angelo thrust into her in one smooth motion.

Her inner muscles clenched around him, and he had to hold his breath so he didn’t blow his load straight away.

God, she felt so fucking good.

The way she gripped him, as if she didn’t want him to leave her.

He had no plans to leave her.

Once he had it together, and he wouldn’t go off like a geyser, Angelo pulled out before slipping back in.

Her head was tilted up, her eyes shut, and Teresa never looked so beautiful.

He wanted to take his time, draw it out, but the desperation to bring her pleasure again had him thrusting in and out faster and faster.

“God, Angelo, yes. Harder. Like that.”

He followed every command she gave. Teresa’s orders were ones he had no problems obeying. “Anything for you.”

As Angelo lost himself in her body, a niggling thought tapped at him, but he couldn’t focus on it. All his attention was on the woman in his arms and her pleasure. The base of his spine tingled, and his balls drew up. His release was imminent, but he didn’t want to come alone. He reached between them and found her clit, pressing down on the small bud.

Her body jerked, but he didn’t pull away.

He circled the small nub as he stroked in and out.

Her moans became louder and louder until she bore down on him, her pussy convulsing around his cock as her release took hold of her. It swept him along for the ride, and a second later, he was pumping his release into her as he shouted her name.

Angelo didn’t know how long they clung to each other, their breaths mingling, as their bodies slowly returned to normal.

How he was standing while still holding Teresa was beyond him. His legs felt like the noodles he’d been cooking.

She unfolded herself from around him, causing his cock to slip out of her, and that was when what they’d done hit him.

Something he’d never done before.

“Fuck.”

Teresa laughed. “Yes, we did. And it was sensational.”

Angelo allowed her words to give him a moment of happiness before he had to burst her bubble with the piece of news he wasn’t sure how she’d react to. The only way to get it out there was to say it as plainly as possible. “Tre, I didn’t use a condom.”

Her body tensed in his arms, before the tautness seeped out of her. “It’s okay. I get a birth control shot. I had it a month ago. We’re good.”

While the words should’ve made him feel better, and they did—a small part of him wouldn’t have minded if he’d gotten Teresa pregnant. The image of her body swelling with his child was, now that he’d imagined it, one Angelo didn’t want to forget and wanted to make come true.

He kept his thoughts to himself. It wasn’t the time or the place to say what he wanted, considering the short amount of time they’d known each other as adults. High school didn’t count. Not with something like that serious thought.

Fuck, why am I even thinking this? We’ve been together for two fucking days. Two days!

Angelo needed to slow his roll. Needed to enjoy this time with Teresa because while he may see a future with her, there was no guarantee that she felt the same way.

“You know I’d be there with you if something happened. I wouldn’t leave you to deal with it by yourself.” He smoothed her wet hair away from her face.

“I know.” Teresa leaned forward, and he accepted her silent invitation.

This kiss was different from the passionate, desperate kisses they’d shared while they’d been making love. No, this one was soft, gentle, and full of promise.

A kiss Angelo didn’t want to ever end.

A shudder rippled through her, and as much as he wanted to believe it was from their connection, it was more than likely related to the fact that water still spraying down on them had cooled.

“Come on, time to get out.” He snapped the water off and opened the door, all the while keeping her as close to him as possible.

Angelo grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, rubbing over her body briskly in an attempt to soak up the water but also to warm her up.

“You know I can dry myself. I’m not totally hopeless.”

“I know, babe. I want to do this for you.” He didn’t care that he was cold. All that mattered to him was making sure that Teresa was warm.

“Angelo, stop.” She grabbed his hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. “I’m not freaked out by what happened. It’s not only your responsibility to be aware of what we’re doing. It’s mine as well. And if something happens, I won’t be upset about it.”

Angelo stilled. Was she saying she was okay if she got pregnant?

He almost didn’t want to believe it, but there was no artifice in her gaze and demeanor. Teresa was being open and honest with him.

He pulled her close and held her, sighing when her arms curled around him, and she squeezed tight.

How much had his life changed from where it had been a week ago?

A lot. And no matter how many times he told his heart and mind to slow the hell down, both were barreling down the highway of love, and instead of freaking him out, he was embracing it.

Still, Angelo had no plans to say anything to Teresa, even if she basically said she was happy to be tied to him for years in the future if they had created a child tonight.

Dropping a kiss on the top of her head, he took a step back. “Time to get dressed and eat.”

Her pert little nose turned up. “Do you think the food will be okay? We kind of left it everywhere.”

“Possibly. Or we can order in instead.” He hid a smile.

“I like that idea much better.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Angelo tapped the tip of her nose before grabbing another towel and wiping the remaining moisture from his body.

A sense of contentment settled over him. A feeling he wasn’t used to experiencing, but he liked it.

Danger still lurked around Teresa, something he hadn’t forgotten, but tonight, it would just be about them.