“You are precious to me. But also more. When you were gone… All I could think was I must find you so I could hold you again. Touch you again.”
He brushed my hair away from my neck and I shivered. His fingers traced from just below my ear to my collarbone, soft as a feather.
I whimpered in the back of my throat. My pain was forgotten in the rush of heat from his touch.
“You are not taking my space, carissima. I have room here.” He caught my hand and placed it against his chest. His heart was pounding just as hard as mine.
“Sei cosí dolce,” he breathed before our lips met.
Chapter 39 - Gabriel
Bridget tasted of honey. I focused on that, her sweetness, while my heart pounded with anticipation.
The first time we had kissed, it had been tension shattering, an expression of the confused, pent up desire we’d been building. I had nearly kissed her again in the alley outside her parents’ home. But there had still been blood on my shoes; it was not the time.
But now there was no distraction. This time I would be patient. I cradled Bridget’s jaw, her skin soft beneath my fingers, then traced a line down the side of her throat. She whimpered again, so soft I almost couldn’t hear it. I was not an Alpha, but the sound stirred something primal within me all the same.
The kiss drifted, slow and exploratory. Bridget licked delicately at the seam of my lips. Her flavor intensified as her tongue tangled with mine. The moment felt suspended, almost like a dream.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Bridget murmured against my lips.
“Sí, mia bella. I am sure.”
The truth had been dawning on me, slowly, but nothing brought clarity like almost losing her. Bridget was Bridget, and she was mine.
Bridget’s eyes darkened, and our next kiss wasn’t so soft, or so slow. I groaned as she pushed her hands under the hem of my shirt.
It may have stopped there, been only a kiss, if she had not slipped her hand under my waistband.
Her fingers against me, just a brush of her hand against my cock, was enough to send me almost out of my skin with desire.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her eyes tentative.
“Carissima, it is—” I broke off with a groan as she brushed me again, more firmly this time. “It is magnificent. But you must stop before I—”
I stretched out over her, trapping her beneath me with her hands above her head.
“Fammi vedere.” I peeled off her shirt and soft, flimsy bra, revealing small breasts tipped with dark pink nipples. Her skin was so pale in the dim light that she could have been a spirit.
“Your turn,” she said, a bit breathless.
I pulled off my t-shirt, then rolled until she was straddling my hips. Bridget watched me with glazed eyes. I brushed my hand up from her hips to her waist and felt her shiver. “You make me feel like a beast, carissima.”
Bridget drew her fingers through the dark hair on my chest, down the trail across my stomach. “You’re beautiful.”
The sincerity in her eyes humbled me. Whatever I felt for her, Bridget felt it too.
Our lips met again and again in lazy, lingering kisses. Bridget grew bolder, stroking my tongue more firmly with hers, then licking at the shell of my ear. I groaned and gripped her hips instinctively, pressing her against my heavy, aching cock.
“Carissima,” I murmured. “I want to touch you. Here.” I rocked my hips, grinding against the heat between her thighs.
“Only if I can touch you, too,” she breathed, her face turning rosy pink.
The thought alone made my balls tighten. I swallowed. “Whatever you want, mi fiore.”
We removed the rest of our clothing quickly, watching each other. I saw Bridget’s eyes widen slightly as they roved over my cock. It curled towards my stomach, as hard as it had ever been. We settled back on the pillow, facing each other.
“We do not have to go any farther, tesoro,” I assured her.
