Sabrina swallowed at the sight of his strong sculpted forearms and the outline of his biceps, musing it was dangerous for anyone to look as attractive as Cesare Lombardi did. She idly wondered if it was possible to remove the silk tie with her teeth.
Sabrina wore a yellow chiffon sun dress that Cesare had picked out for her that morning. It was soft against her skin, and the hemline was decent enough when she was standing. Sitting down, however, seemed to be a different story, and Sabrina was glad it was just the two of them. She shifted slightly in her seat, and the hemline rode up yet another inch.
Sabrina tensed. She had two more inches, three at the most, before Cesare realized she had no panties on, and she was hoping to save that surprise for the cabin.
Cesare’s expression, partially hidden behind the sunglasses, seemed amused. “I gave you an instruction, tesoro. I am still waiting for you to follow it.”
Sabrina’s stomach flipped with nervous excitement as she continued to stare pointedly out the window. “And what would that be?”
“Look at me, Sabrina.” He murmured silkily. Dangerously.
“And if I don’t?” She asked, trying to keep her voice even.
“Then I pull you over my lap and spank that delicious ass of yours until I see the outline of my hand across your pretty skin.”
Sabrina’s breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat. They’d been dancing around this for weeks. She wanted this. She was slightly terrified of actually following through with it, but she knew that Cesare would never do anything to harm her. Sabrina was safe with him; safer than anywhere else in the world for that matter. She knew he liked this, and she wanted to try it with him.
Sabrina pursed her lips, then turned to face Cesare, lifting her head and meeting his stare, hidden behind the sunglasses. “I’d like to see you try.” She challenged, arching a brow.
Cesare went still. Sabrina couldn’t point her finger to any one specific change in his demeanor, but she suddenly had the sense she was swimming beside a shark. A very large, very handsome, Italian shark.
“Oh, sweet baby.” He finally rumbled. He held out his hand for her to take.
Adrenaline raced through her veins as her fight-or-flight response triggered an internal alarm, and Sabrina responded with the only thing stronger: curiosity.
Sabrina tentatively placed her hand in Cesare’s and watched as he slowly brought the back of her hand to his mouth. He kissed it gently before tightening his grip.
Cesare then sucked her middle finger into his mouth, and slowly dragged his teeth along the skin as he dragged back up.
Sabrina’s eyes widened, and she quietly gasped.
“I willtake care of youwhen we land.” Cesare promised, his voice deep and husky.
Sabrina swallowed nervously as her pussy clenched.
Cesare wrapped one of his hands around her thigh and left it there for the rest of the flight. He periodically removed it to adjust instruments but returned each time with a firm squeeze. Whether the squeeze was a warning or a promise, Sabrina was unsure.
If his hand went up another inch, he would discover she wasdripping. Sabrina shifted in the seat. Her arousal, mixed with the pressure of sitting directly on the leather seat, started toaccentuate the growing ache between her legs. Sabrina threaded her fingers through Cesare’s. Despite the firestorm of nerves coursing through her, she was exactly where she wanted to be.
After what seemed like an eternity, they eventually descended into a large clearing on the top of a mountain ridge. Sabrina blinked at the sight of a small, rustic cabin. It had a wrap-around porch with a wooden porch swing hanging by the front steps. It looked quiet, cozy, and private. The view of the valley below had to be incredible from the small cabin.
“What do you think?” Cesare asked, grinning at Sabrina’s expression.
“It looks perfect.” Sabrina smiled. “Not something I would have associated with you, but I like it.”
“Why not?” Cesare asked, curious.
“I can see you enjoying a cabin in the woods, but your taste is a little less rustic, and closer to cell service.” Sabrina eyed him knowingly. “So, whose is it?”
“I am selfish.” Cesare answered. “I wanted you to myself, where nobody else could find us for a week at least; before things pick up withthe business.” Cesare squeezed her thigh and nodded towards the house. “This belongs to Dante. But if you like it, we can get something like it closer to home.”
Sabrina eyed Cesare with a twinkle in her eye. “Are you saying you’d buy me a cabin so we can be as loud as we want when we…”
Cesare cut her off with a kiss that turned into an impatient growl when he undid her seat restraints.
Sabrina gave a slight laugh as she attempted to help.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing.” Cesare muttered. “Someone still has a punishment coming their way.”
