One Night With a Santini
from ten.
    “There’s a red head in the house?”
    “The firehouse where he works, but I don’t know that they have one. I made it up.”
    He chuckled. “Are they involved?”
    “No. They just…their relationship is hard to explain. Anyway, I am really sorry about the way he behaved.”
    He shook his head. “I understand being overprotective. We have one girl in our family too.”
    “And you all try and tell her what to do.”
    He nodded. “Yep.”
    “Does it work?”
    He gave her that crooked smile of his. “She’s a fighter pilot. What do you think?”
    She laughed. “Are you hungry?”
    The moment she said the words, his eyes darkened. “Sort of.”
    She licked her lips. He leaned over and kissed her. Kaitlin had been so worried everything would be weird now, but it wasn’t. It was as if they had never been apart.
    He slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss. With frantic movements, he urged her back on the couch. Before she knew what he was doing, he stood, pulled off her jeans and panties as she worked on her shirt and bra. When she was finally naked, he looked at her much the same way he had that night in New Orleans.
    “What?”
    “I just can’t believe I’m here and I’ve gotten this lucky.”
    She opened her mouth and no sound came out. He chuckled as he tugged off his shirt. She leaned forward to unbutton and unzip his jeans. When she did, she pushed them down a little bit. His erection jutted out from his body. Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, enjoying the salty sweet taste of him. As she was starting to get into it, he pulled her away with a grown.
    “Don’t. I have a hair trigger where you’re concerned.”
    He pulled out his wallet, and grabbed a condom. They slid it on together. He sat down on the couch, and pulled her over. With ease, she straddled him, then took him inside of her. God, it felt good to be connected to him this way, to feel the way he filled her up.
    She started to move, enjoying the way he pulled in a quick breath as she swiveled her hips.
    “Damn,” he muttered as he took one of nipples into his mouth. She felt the graze of his teeth, then his tongue.
    She started to move faster, trying to reach the pinnacle. But she became frustrated. He must have sensed it. Without stopping his teasing, he moved his hand between them and slipped his finger over the tiny bundle of nerves. Something so wonderful exploded within her and she felt her flying over into an abyss of pleasure.
    Then, he did pull away. He took her hips into his hands as he started thrusting up. Faster, harder. She bent her head as he moved his mouth to hers. It was hot, wet and carnal. His tongue swept past her lips to tangle with hers. He pulled away again, thrusting up into her one last time and shouting her name as he held her still.
    She looked at him, his head bent back, the veins in his neck straining, and she kissed him there. Moved her tongue over his Adam’s apple.
    He finally relaxed and slid his arms around her. He kissed her chin.
    “That was fantastic.”
    She smiled.
    “But if we do round two, I think we should do it on my bed. Much more comfortable up there.”
    He laughed. “Sounds good.”
     

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    Several hours later, Brando woke up and looked down. Her hand was on his chest, her head on his shoulder. He knew that he could happily spend all day in bed with her like this. Santinis always knew to find happiness in those simple moments. It struck him then that he had finally arrived home. Since entering the military, he had never felt at home wherever he was stationed. He would take the time to get to know the area and enjoy the local customs. Until tonight, he had not ever felt like he was in the place where he was supposed to be.
    He kissed the top of Kaitlin’s head. It wasn’t College Park that did it. It was the woman. She was his home.
    Now, most men he knew would freak out, but he was a Santini. He was too busy formulating a

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