Velocity (10 page)

“Paolo?” Savannah placed her fingers under his chin. “Look
at me. You running away freaked me out more than the kiss did.”

“I didn’t know what else to do. I felt like I’d attacked
you. Like I’d tried to—”

“Hey.” Her tone was sharp and he looked up. “You didn’t try
to rape me. Far from it. You got a little carried away.” When he began to
protest she held up a hand. “There’s an awful lot for you to deal with right
now. I’m not surprised you’re freaking out. I would be. And I’m not mad. But
let me help.”

“I feel so lost, like I have no place in this world.”

“I know. But you’ll figure it out. Marco will help you. I’ll
help you. You’re not alone. And especially with your brother around, you’re
never going to
be
alone.”

He noticed she didn’t promise she’d be around, but what
could he expect? She’d already said that morning she only had a couple more
events on her schedule.

Savannah grabbed his hand. “Now get over here.”

“Why?”

“Because I can tell you’re afraid to touch me, and you don’t
need to be. I want you to kiss me. Then you need to go start your new job.” She
smiled and his heart rate about doubled.

“Are you sure?”

Patting the seat next to her, she said, “Sit next to me.
Come on.”

Slowly enough to give her a chance to change her mind, he
slid in next to her. Paolo licked his lips. “I can kiss you?”

“Yes.” Savannah put her arms around his neck. “Nice and
slow.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I can do that.”

“I know you can. You’re one of the gentlest men I’ve ever
met.”

Paolo cupped the sides of her face. “Thank you for giving me
another chance.”

“No thanks needed.”

He didn’t agree, but if she was willing to forgive him for
his jerky behavior earlier he wasn’t going to argue. Leaning in, he closed her
eyes with his thumbs before kissing each lid. Moving up, he kissed her forehead
and felt her relax. His lips drifted down one side of her face and he nibbled
at her jaw, making her smile. Traveling up the other side, he did the same
thing before dropping a little kiss on her nose. She giggled.

Taking the opportunity, he ran the very tip of his tongue
around the outside edge of her lips, first dragging it over the bottom and up
to the top lip before pulling it into his mouth to suck. Savannah moaned. In
the distance he could hear the roars and groans of the crowd, but his mind was
focused on the incredible woman in his arms. He licked the inside of her top
lip and her mouth fell open.

Still going slowly so as not to scare her, he brushed his
lips over hers, dipping his tongue inside her mouth briefly before retreating.
Savannah followed him and one of her small hands fisted in his hair. Her tongue
was snaking its way into his mouth before he even realized she’d taken control
of the kiss.

And take it over she did.

Savannah’s other hand grabbed more of his hair and tilted
his head, deepening the kiss. Her tongue was playing with his and as their lips
melded together she let out a little growl and tightened her hands in his hair
even more. He’d never been one who absolutely had to take the lead in bed.
Being at Savannah’s mercy while she kissed the hell out of him was pretty hot
too. So hot, in fact, he was battling a raging erection.

He used his own hands to extricate hers from his hair. “We
need to stop,
amante
. I’m going to have an uncomfortable walk ahead of
me.”

She glanced down at his crotch and he could tell she was
fighting a smirk. “Can’t have that.” Reaching between them, she cupped his full
cock and he about jumped off the seat.

Swearing in Italian, he tried to move her hand but only
succeeded in making her basically jerk him through his pants. He leaned his
head on her shoulder and groaned. “Feels so good, but you need to stop or this
will be even more uncomfortable of a walk with a wet stain on the front of my
jeans.”

Now she didn’t even attempt to hide the smirk. Then she
cocked her head. “You know, you guys never really talk about women in my
presence. But you must talk about them, right? Like those buckle bunnies?”

He shrugged. Paolo had never been one to brag about a
conquest. “Some men talk, some do not. I am not one of the talkers.”

“Oh, I didn’t think you were going around bragging that
you’d bagged me—”

Paolo barked out a laugh. “Bagged you?”

She gave him a playful shove. “Even you know what that
means, I’m sure. You seem pretty fluent in sex.”

“Yes, I know what it means. I have just never heard a woman
say it.”

“Anyway, I’m just surprised I haven’t heard more gossip.”

“I think with women like Jessica and Natalie on the tour the
guys have tried not to talk big too much. It seems the ladies don’t like it
when men talk about them.”

“I wonder why.” Savannah gave him another shove. “Go report
for duty. I’ll see you later.”

With a quick kiss, he slid out of the booth and hightailed
it to the back rings area, hoping they wouldn’t be too angry with him. Luckily
no one had been told he’d be available to help out and they were thrilled to
see him. Time flew as the other workers pulled him right into the fray, but he
found himself loving it, and even though he was exhausted at the end of the
night, he had a smile on his face for the first time in a long time. It
would’ve been nice to have been paid for all his hard work, but he’d already
learned so much that maybe this had been the right decision to make. He hoped
Marco continued to win though.

Paolo groaned, and not for a good reason. He hurt
everywhere. It was hard to believe that after only two days of working—one and
a half, really—he could be this sore. He hoped like hell Marco might be able to
snag a Jacuzzi tub in his next room. He’d told his brother to book the cheapest
rooms for him since he wasn’t making money, but Marco had merely scoffed and
rolled his eyes.

They were headed to Kansas City, which was only a four-hour
drive from St. Louis, and Paolo couldn’t find a comfortable spot to sit in the
backseat of the rental car. Savannah was sacked out against the window on the
other side, all curled into an adorable little ball, and Paolo needed sleep
too, but was rapidly coming to the conclusion that wasn’t happening without
some assistance.

“Marco?”

His brother glanced in the rearview mirror. “Yes?”

“I need to get some pills from my luggage. My whole body is
sore.”

“No problem. I’ll pull over as soon as I can.”

Paolo settled back to wait. A few moments later Marco
signaled and made his way to the side of the road. “Thank you. I will only be a
moment.” He took a bit to stretch his tired muscles before getting some
ibuprofen from his toiletry case. Every smart bull rider carried plenty of
painkillers. It was obvious he was still going to need his pharmaceutical stash
even though he wasn’t riding anymore.

When he returned to the car, he grabbed a bottle of water
from the bag at Savannah’s feet and swallowed the pills. With any luck he’d at
least be able to get some sleep. He’d pretty much limped into the hotel room
the night before and Savannah had sat him down and proceeded to remove his
boots, jeans and shirt. With her help he stumbled into the shower, dropping his
boxers on the floor of the bathroom.

After his shower, she’d insisted he lie down while she gave
him a massage, and he swore he nearly came from that alone. When she rolled him
over and took his hard dick in hand, it wasn’t long until he did exactly that.
Savannah gave him a kiss and that was the last thing he remembered.

He’d insisted on making her come this morning despite how
sore he’d still been, and at least it had made him feel like a little bit less
of a selfish jerk. But despite how deeply he appeared to have slept, Paolo was
still exhausted. The man who he’d been assigned to shadow, Jimmy, had told him
he’d be needed this afternoon to help out as the animals were unloaded and
situated in their pens. Much as he enjoyed this work, he was not looking
forward to hauling more stuff around, which was about all they trusted him to
do at the moment.

They reached Kansas City and while everyone else went to
check in, Paolo dragged his tired bones to the back pens area and was immediately
sucked into the vortex that was preparing for an NBT event. He worked for six
hours, finally being allowed to stop for the night around seven. Marco and
Natalie had already eaten, but Savannah had texted to say she was planning to
wait for him. Room service sounded damn good.

Savannah readily agreed to eat in the room and Paolo went to
wash the animal stink and sweat off while she placed the order. She answered
the door and signed for the food and he realized the dinner would go on the
hotel bill Marco was paying. Of course, he had little choice.

They ate on the bed as they watched a movie and when they
were finished Savannah put the cart outside their door. When she came in once
more, Paolo turned off the television.

“Will you strip for me,
cara
?”

She tilted her head. “Are you sure? You look exhausted.”

“I want you.” He gave her a little smile. “You might have to
do most of the work, but if you don’t mind being on top…”

Savannah laughed. “I’m an equal-opportunity lover.”

“I want to see you. Please.”

“Okay, but don’t laugh. I might be really bad at this.”

“You could never be bad at pleasing me. Just go slow.” He
pulled the blanket down so she could see how his dick was already tenting his
boxers. “See what you do to me?”

She bit her lip. “Okay, give me a minute.”

He watched as she went into the bathroom and shut the door,
wondering if she was fixing makeup, giving herself a pep talk or something
else.

The door opened and Savannah entered the room. Walking over
to her phone, she fiddled with it for a moment before soft music began to play.
Savannah moved in front of him and started to sway. His dick, which hadn’t lost
an ounce of its interest while she was gone, jumped in his boxers.

She probably didn’t realize it, but it didn’t take much of
her to make him happy. Just looking at her, clothed or unclothed, was enough.
Savannah reached up and began to unbutton her cute little blouse and he could
tell she was trying hard to maintain eye contact. Paolo smiled and reached down
to pull out his cock. A bead of pre-come formed on the tip and he swiped it
around the head, never taking his eyes off the sight in front of him.

The little witch turned away once she’d unbuttoned the
blouse, letting it fall off her shoulders, revealing creamy skin. His mouth
watered. She turned her head and sent a flirty little glance his way and his
grip tightened on his cock. Yeah, she was pretty good at this.

Savannah let the shirt drift to the floor and reached back
to unhook her bra, holding the cups in the front with her other hand. Paolo
groaned.

“
Amante
, you are killing me.”

“You asked for it.”

The bra fell and she turned back to face him, still holding
her hands over her breasts. By this time pre-come was flowing freely and he
thought this was about the best idea he’d ever had. Savannah approached and let
go of one of her breasts before grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his
mouth to her nipple. Before he could settle in though, she’d pushed him back
down on the bed.

With a little shimmy, her skirt went down her legs, leaving
her in another pair of those cotton bikini panties he was coming to practically
crave the sight of. He moved quickly despite his rampant soreness, reaching to
grab the waistband and pull her toward him. “Enough. I want to be inside you.”
Paolo pushed the panties down and Savannah stepped out of them. He handed her a
condom he’d grabbed while she’d been in the bathroom. “Put it on me?”

“Uhh…” Savannah looked at him, then his cock, and back at
him. “I’ve never done it before.”

“It is not difficult,
ragazza
.” He grinned and she
smacked his arm. Before she had a chance to get nervous, he chucked his boxers.
With a little of his help, the condom was soon rolled down his length and he
motioned to Savannah. “Come on top of me and face away.” She did, and started to
push down onto him. “Oh
Dios
…”

He lapsed into Italian as Savannah rose and fell again. The
view was amazing—he could see his dick being enveloped by her pussy on each
stroke. Even better, he could watch her ass flex and move as she thrust onto
him.

Savannah slowed down and Paolo felt every little tightening
of her pussy as she dragged it up and down his cock. He moaned, but she would
not be hurried. On every upstroke she nearly dislodged him, and on every
downstroke she kept going until he was seated deeply within her. In this
position he could nudge her G-spot with the head of his cock and he took full
advantage. She wriggled when he pushed a little forward to really hit it.

“God, that’s good.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s—” She gasped as he hit the spot again. “It’s like a
little explosion every time you do that. It’s intense.”

Paolo’s chest puffed out a little, knowing he was bringing
Savannah such pleasure. But he was greedy and wanted more. He wanted her to
scream his name. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed Savannah’s hips.

“Yesyesyes,” she chanted when he began to move in
counterpoint to her.

“Touch yourself,” he croaked.

She groaned, but a hand reached down and through her spread
legs he could see it working over her clit. He knew he’d come for sure if he
watched any longer, so he tipped his head back, praying he could hold on. When
Savannah’s pussy began to contract around him, he grunted and began to work her
up and down his length, hopefully prolonging her orgasm and triggering his. One
particularly long, strong contraction pushed him over and with a roar he came,
feeling as if his spine were going to bow right up into his body.

“Paolo,” she cried as her pussy contracted again. “Oh God,
yes, Paolo!”

His cock was being strangled in the best possible way and he
fought for the last vestiges of both of their orgasms before Savannah collapsed
to the side and rolled onto her stomach. “Wake me up in about three weeks,” she
mumbled.

If he’d had any energy he would’ve chuckled, but his bones
were liquefied and though he knew he needed to take care of the condom, he
couldn’t pull himself out of bed long enough to do so. There was something to
be said for the soreness that came from an honest day’s work, but it was an
entirely different feeling when that soreness was brought on by incredible sex.
He found he didn’t even much mind a combination of the two.

Paolo rose and went into the bathroom to dispose of the
condom. Savannah was sound asleep, now nearly horizontal on the bed and over
the covers. He shook his head, smiling. You’d think he’d be the one facedown,
dead to the world. Gently he nudged her until, with a grumble, she folded
herself under the blankets so he could slide in next to her. He hadn’t slept
with a woman in his bed for more than a few hours in his life before meeting
Savannah. It was actually pretty nice. After pulling her warm body back against
his, he closed his eyes. Yes, this was a good life despite the current
uncertainties.

* * * * *

Savannah jerked awake as sunlight hit her face. She groaned
and rolled over, encountering a warm body.
Paolo.
She smiled. The sex
they’d had last night had been some of their best, not that she had tons to
compare it to with him. But she’d had her fair share of boyfriends over the
years and Paolo was definitely up there with the best of them, in and out of
bed.

Boyfriend? She’d never thought of him that way, but
obviously he was looking at her like a girlfriend, based on the things he was
saying in Italian, anyway. And it would seem as if he’d be more accurate with his
Italian than his English. Did she want to be his girlfriend? Did she want him
to be her boyfriend? Her mind raced from one possibility to another and she
knew she wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep.

Today was slated to be a long day and she squinted at the
clock. Just after seven. They must’ve fallen asleep around ten last night, so
she’d gotten nine solid hours of sleep. No wonder she felt as if she’d slept a
long time. Slowly, so as not to wake Paolo, who still looked dead to the world,
Savannah crept out of bed and into the bathroom. Her hand flew up to protect
her eyes when the harsh fluorescent light flipped on, but it wasn’t as if she
could shower in the dark.

She was most of the way through her shower when she detected
movement outside the shower curtain. Pulling it back just a bit, she said,
“Good morning.” Savannah found even without her coffee she felt really good in
the morning when she woke up with Paolo. Frowning, she knew she needed to face
the reality that she wouldn’t be waking up with Paolo even a few weeks from
now. Their time was limited.

“Good morning,
cara
. May I join you?” It was obvious
Paolo was still shaking the sleep off, but that only made him look hotter,
especially the heavily lidded bedroom eyes he was apparently trying to focus on
her.

Oh boy, am I in trouble.

“Sure. I’m almost done.”

He stepped inside and said, “No, you’re not.” Paolo dropped
to his knees. Separating the lips of her pussy with his thumbs, he said, “This
area needs more attention.”

Paolo leaned in and the tip of his tongue swiped over the
area he’d exposed. She grabbed his hair and held him there. “Oh God.”

“I love making you feel good.”

“I love it when you make me feel good.”

He chuckled and the vibration spread over her. She shivered
and he bent to his task once more. “You taste so sweet.” Paolo bit, sucked and
ravaged her as she fought to remain upright, finally planting her hands on each
wall behind her and leaning her head back.

Her still-not-quite-awake senses were going haywire with
every movement of Paolo’s mouth. His tongue moved around her entrance and a
helpless cry was pulled from deep within her. She was amazed at the masterful
way he plied her with seemingly so little effort, and when she was able to look
down once more, his eyes glittered with an almost dangerous edge. That by
itself nearly sent her over. It was as if Paolo craved eating pussy.

She watched as his lips curved into a devilish smile before
he began to lash at her with short, quick strokes of his tongue. Then he took
her clit in his mouth and rhythmically sucked it. Savannah lost all sense of
time and place as an orgasm fiercely ripped through her. Her fingers tightened
on his hair as waves of pleasure stole her breath and left her panting.

How was it possible he knew her body so well in such a short
period of time? And when she had to go back to school, how would she live
without this? A man like Paolo who not only knew where the important parts
were, but how to make her engine purr, was someone she could get addicted to if
she let herself. But she was leaving, and it wouldn’t do any good to let her
judgment be clouded by great sex. Paolo was staying on the tour and would be
traveling ten months of the year as she worked her ass off to complete her
thesis and get her degree. With a pang of regret she wished she’d met him at
some other time in her life.

Savannah turned away as a tear fell and ran down her cheek.
She made a show of rinsing, but really all she wanted to do was get the hell
away from Paolo and gather her wits about her. Luckily they both had busy days
ahead of them, since she wasn’t sure she could spend hours together today and
not burst into ridiculous tears.