Forcing myself to look back his way, my train of thought eludes me as I am engulfed in a man I never expected to meet, a man I suddenly need to know. All I smell is him. His woodsy, manly cologne mixed with expensive Italian leather and the sea air floating in from outside makes my knees weak in a way I have never felt before. “And you are?” He asks me seductively.
I know I hear the words, I know my mind processes how I should respond, but I am too focused on the way my body responds to his without even trying. I lick my lips and watch as his eyes dart to my tongue. God, as if I needed another reason to feel aroused in his presence he sure as hell just gave me one as I watch him lick his lips in a way that has my lower stomach clenching and my heart hammering out of my chest. Clearing my throat, I try and take my mind off what my mouth wants to do to him instead and finally say, “Mia. Looks like it’s your lucky night because my glass is empty.”
He grins, and hell if I don’t fight every cell in my body that wants to close the distance between us right now and take his lips with my own. I want to taste him. Feel him. Drown in him and never come back to reality. Something tells me he’d let me, and the thought dominates my mind as the beautiful stranger begins to speak again.
“Well, Mia.” He whispers low and seductively as I feel his right hand move around my side and pull out a chair. I fall into it effortlessly as he waves the bartender over. “I’m at least a glass half full kind of guy. What will you have, Amore?”
Chapter 2
Leonardo
Her eyes shine as she talks to me. Her second glass of red wine making her giddy. I notice she was drinking gin before and can’t help but wonder why the sudden change.
Does she think she needs wine to impress me? Because I’m already impressed by her full hips, thick thighs, small waist and ample breasts. I grin as she rambles, and I take in her story. The one of how she found herself here, in Italy, alone and with no one to share it with. Good thing for her I have no family to call my own either. Although there is something she is still hiding. Something that she isn’t telling me and it is just a matter of time before I make her indulge me in those secrets and hold nothing back.
She picks up her glass and spills a little on her dress. Rolling her eyes, she continues talking without a care in the world. I find that fascinating. Most women would cry if they spilled their red wine on a white dress. But not this girl.
I lean back in my chair and watch her as a smile graces my face. God she is captivating. The way she holds my attention. The way she draws every bit of my mind to her. No woman has ever done that before, except one. And hell stole her away from me a long time ago.
My parents were American, although they moved me to Italy when I was six. Making sure I knew where I came from, I grew up fluent in both Italian and English. Half the reason why I was able to spot the trouble she was stepping into when Matteo wouldn’t let her alone earlier at the bar.
She takes a large gulp and sets down her glass. Taking a sip of scotch, I savor the taste as I watch her lick her lips and love the way her tongue rolls over her plump mouth. My dick stirs at the thought, but I force it out of my mind because I know there is no way in hell it is getting any action tonight. As tempting as she is, I don’t fuck the first day I meet a woman. Even if she looks like a damn wet dream in that white, tight, ass hugging dress she managed to wiggle herself into.
Entirely too distracted by my thoughts about her perfect full lips and what I want to do with them, I suddenly notice she has stopped talking. When I finally look up at her eyes, I find her staring at me and waiting for a response.
“I’m sorry. I was too distracted by the way your tongue deliciously circled your lips.” I admit shamelessly as her eyes go wide in shock. I have never been one to hold back and not say what was on my mind, even if it’s not appropriate, and hell if I won’t let her know just what dirty thoughts are racing through my brain as she sits across the table from me. Even if I won’t fuck her brains out later. At least not tonight.
I can tell she doesn’t know how to respond as her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink, so I continue. “Tell me again, Amore. I promise I’ll pay better attention, if you promise not to put on such a sensual show.”
Her mouth falls open and I chuckle at her loss for words. “But,” she begins. “Aren’t you gay?”
That does it, I laugh harder than I have in a long time as my head falls back and I set my glass down on the table. Looking in her eyes, I can tell she is embarrassed, but to be honest – this isn’t the first time a woman may have madethatmistake, before I showed her just what a real man feels like while I fucked her and made her scream my name later on.
Maybe it is the wine she is drinking. Maybe it is the chemistry rushing through both our veins the longer we stay close to one another. Whatever it is, I can’t help but think the only reason she talked to me and let me steal her away for the night was partly because she thought she was safe with a man that was, dare I say it, not into women. But fuck, she has me all wrong. And it is only a matter of time until she knows it.
I glance down at her breasts, pushed up and on display for me beautifully. She notices and nervously tries to sit back and act shy. A grin spreads across my lips as I try and imagine what she looks like without that dress on. As she is riding my cock and begging for more, something I know I’d gladly give her. I bet her pussy feels like heaven, and damn it if I might just let myself go back on my golden rule and find out just what she’s hiding underneath that tight ass dress later tonight.
But giving in too early shows weakness. Lack of control. Something I pride myself on never being.
Then again, her admission of wrongfully guessing my sexuality wouldn’t explain the way I notice her breath rise and fall when I come closer to her. Or the way her eyes light up when she notices me admiring her beauty. Fuck, or the way she keeps licking those damn perfect lips like she wants me to take them with my own and force them to do things she has never let them do before.
“Come here,” I insist sternly. She rises out of her seat and does what I say instantly which only makes my grin grow from how easily she finds it in herself to submit to me. My breath hitches in my throat when she comes to stand in front of me and I notice the slit in her skirt. Brushing it aside with my rough palm to expose her creamy skin underneath, I watch as goosebumps break out on her thigh. I can hear her intake of breath above knowing she wants this, wants only what I can give her. But still, something about her body language tells me she is nervous and needs to know how far I am about to push her. Push us.
A reality I don’t know if I am ready to face yet myself, because something about this girl tells me whatever it is running between us is different.
Grabbing her wrist, I yank her into my lap and watch as recognition flashes in her eyes. My rock-hard erection pushes against her, needing a release, as she bites her bottom lip and hell if it doesn’t almost make me take her anyway. Say fuck the fact that I am supposed to be the gentlemen here when all I want, all she wants, is to feel this undeniable chemistry between us grow until we both explode in each other’s arms.
“I guess not,” she says, as she subconsciously rocks against my shaft lightly. I close my eyes and let out a groan at the sensation. Damn it if she doesn’t need this as much as Ineedher. But she is going to have to wait until I can claim her the way I want to.
Her body will be mine, and mine alone. It is just a matter of time. Damn good thing I’m a patient man, because anticipation is half the buildup, and knowing now the way she feels with my hands on her skin, having her for the first time will only be the start of a long fucking obsession I don’t know if I could ever break.
“Amore,” I whisper. “Stop!”
Her body stills, and I open my eyes and see fear of rejection laced across her features. She worries her bottom lip between those plump lips once again and starts to rise off my lap, but I hold her still against me with a tight grip.
Her eyes search mine like she’s lost, and hell if I don’t want to help her find her way home. I’ve seen many women come and go out of my life, but none have thrilled me, entertained me, captivated me or made me want to change my lifestyle just to let them stay in it. Until now.
“Mia,” I whisper between the two of us, as I cock my head to the side and take in her stare. Scared. Lonely. Vulnerable. I lazily run my fingertips down her spine and see goosebumps break out on her skin. “I should let you go and never fucking touch you again!” I hiss out subconsciously and watch as her breath catches in her throat.
