Hell.
“Elio.”
He let out a small grunt, causing a vibrating sensation from where we touched. I felt that all the way down to my stomach and lower. Much, muchlower.
There was a pounding ache between my legs that I had only felt the other night in that dark alleyway when Elio touched me for the first time.
I tightened my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer to me. He pushed me down further against the seat until my back was against the cushion, and he was on top of me. My legs opened of their own accord, making room for his body until he was pressed firmly against me.
I let out a small whimper that Elio didn’t miss. His muscles tensed beneath my palms as I moved my hands over his back, taking in the solid feel of him.
My heart raced from the sensation. Elio was the only man I had ever been close to like this, and there was just something about feeling him this way that had my heart racing.
He deepened the kiss, and I slowly opened my mouth, letting him in.
We both groaned when his tongue slid against mine.
Fuck.
How could it still feel like this when I already knew what a kiss with him felt like?
How could it still affect me like this?
His hands roamed my body as he kissed me, the warmth of his palms pressing down on my skin, making butterflies explode inside my stomach.
“Fuck, baby. You drive me fucking crazy,” Elio said when he pulled his lips a mere millimeter away from mine. We were both breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
His chest vibrated, and it took me a small moment to realize he was laughing.
“Are you? Were you feeling especially sorry when you were dancing with that fucker? Letting him touch what didn’t belong to him?”
I hadn’t wanted his arms around me in the first place. I didn’t want any man’s arms around me, only Elio’s. A point that was brought home in clear focus tonight. There was no getting over Elio.
I was in trouble.
I didn’t say anything. Just leaned up and kissed him again, savoring the taste of his lips on mine, and wished to a God I wasn’t sure I believed in for this moment not to end.
I didn’t want it to end.
I could spend forever kissing Elio, and it wouldn’t be enough.
I banded my arms tightly around him from the thought as he kissed me back, this time hard and with a hint of desperation, as if he was feeling the same thing.
Then a shrill, piercing sound came through the small space between us. I gasped in surprise as Elio pulled away. It took a second for me to realize it was the sound of a phone ringing.
Elio’s phone.
He pushed away from me and sat up, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Matteo’s name flashed across the screen before Elio silenced it. Slowly, I sat up in the seat.
The moment was effectively ruined.
Damn Matteo to hell and back.
I looked over at Elio. There was this hard look on his face that I could see, even in the dim lighting of the car, and I knew he wouldn’t be kissing me again. He was already regretting this one, and it barely just ended.
