Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“I’m yours, Nick,” I softly admit.
“Yes, you are.”
I move my lips to his and kiss him until I feel that our mouths have melded together.
His breath is mine; my breath is his.
I feel his tongue lightly move along mine, his hands caress, we embrace.
Nick moves his body in and out of mine in a slow, sensual pace. He caresses my hair and smiles softly while looking into my eyes.
Without saying a single word, he licks one breast, then the other. He sucks one nipple and quickly moves to the next. He kisses, and he licks every part of my stomach. I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of his touch. I need more. I need Nick like I have never needed anyone in my life.
I literally need him, and I’m okay with what that truly means.
He positions his body so that he can thrust his cock inside of me once more, driving his sex deep within me. He pulls out quickly, only to drive back in with a force of pure lust.
“Look into my eyes,” he demands.
Nick’s gaze penetrates my soul, commanding for me to stare into his eyes, never looking away.
I reach for his face and slowly trace the edge of his jaw with my fingertips as he brings my orgasm closer and closer.
Nick presses harder into me once again and begins to kiss a trail of soft kisses along my neck. “Mine. Mine.”
The animalistic fire burns deep within my core. I whisper into his ear, “Yours.”
He flips over, allowing me to straddle him. My thighs on each side of his body make me anxious for more. My hair cascading around my face makes me feel sexy and seductive. I feel perfect in his eyes. In his eyes, my breasts are firm, my stomach flat, and I can see in his eyes the desire he feels.
I’m not an imposter in his eyes.
I’m not the color gray.
I’m bright. I’m bold. I’m everything he wants.
Never have I felt so beautiful.
I close my eyes and begin to rock my body in a rhythmic motion. My hips sensually pulsate to the music created by the heavy breathing of two lovers. We rock, we turn, and we move with each gasp, with each moan, with each passionate word.
The fire works its way throughout my entire body. I feel the inferno build, hotter with each driving force, hotter than I could ever have imagined. The heat causes each moan to get louder, each gasp to grow more ragged. I fling my head back and reach for his hands. I place them on my breasts as I begin to ride with wild abandon. I go down as he comes up. I move my body faster, stoking the fire until I finally scream out his name.
We rock our hips together until every last bit of completion is removed from our bodies. I collapse onto Nick’s chest and can barely breathe. Nick rubs my back as our heartbeats struggle to regain a normal cadence as the Tuscan beauty shines upon us from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Chapter Eighteen
Nick
“I’m losing my fucking patience,” Harrison says as he intercepts me on my way to Lyriope. “I get it. You’re a man falling in fucking love. Hearts shooting out your asshole. But when you aren’t listening to me, or listening to Martha, and you are making decisions that could get us all killed, I’m going to step in and make you see reason. Even if I have to beat it into you.”
I stop mid stride and stare at him. Good ol’ Harrison. The only man who can speak to me like that without losing his tongue. “Have you forgotten who works for who?” I ask, my voice even and steady.
“Oh fuck that,” Harrison spats. “You know damn well that our relationship has changed years ago. You’re like a fucking brother to me, and I know I am to you. Which is why I’m here telling you that enough is enough. I need you to stop. I need you to listen. And then I’m going to need you to fucking act.”
“Fine. I’m listening.” I cross my arms against my chest, narrowing my eyes, but giving the man all my attention.
“Lucian has been calling and he’s livid you aren’t taking his calls.”
I shrug. “I said I would. On my terms. When I’m ready.”
“Well, it’s time you become ready!” Harrison shouts. “He was a friend of yours, so you at least owe him your goddamn attention.”
“Fine,” I agree. “You have a point. I’ll call him before Wonderland tonight.”
“Too late,” Harrison says. “The Morellis are coming to Wonderland. Bryant is coming tonight, and he’s demanding a tea party. They know why you’re in Italy, and they know Lyriope is with you.”
My heart stops, and Harrison’s information is like a bucket of cold water on the warm bliss I’ve been living in. “How the fuck did that happen?”