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The soft breath that escapes her lips is enough to push me. I had no plans to hold back before and I don’t plan to now.

I press my lips to hers and I do the same thing I did many years ago when I decided this girl was going to be mine. Back then I was a hot-headed twenty six year old who shouldn’t have been looking at the school girl she was.

She’s a long way from being a school girl now but I’m still the hot-headed guy I was back then. The difference is I’m not going to allow anybody to take what’s mine, not even her.

Fuck, not even her.

The strength of the thought makes me see how much I’ve wanted her all these long years and how much I still do.

She’s still my girl whether she wants to be or not.

I capture that pretty mouth of hers for a kiss that she yields to and the moan that hums from her lips drives me insane. Crazy insane and I can’t control myself.

I move with her over to the wall and the two of us crash against it.

The kiss turns from hungry to greedy in seconds. That’s all it takes for us to give in to the wild call of passion that’s come to claim us.

She kisses me back with reckless abandon, twisting her tongue with mine and she tastes so fucking good I can’t believe I survived without the taste of her in my mouth all these years.

She arches her back into me and I feel the press of her massive tits pushing into my chest. I can only respond by pressing my cock into her stomach so she can feel my erection. She presses hard against me and I grab her hands and press them to my cock, clamping over the shaft so she can feel what she does to me. So she can know what she is doing to me with each passing second we‘re like this.

She runs her fingers up and down my length, gripping me tighter through the fabric of my pants. It feels like her fingers are on my bare skin.

That’s fine. They fucking will be. She can feel all she wants now because I plan to have her naked in the next five minutes.

She moans louder when I kiss her with more desire and she continues to feel my dick.

Feel me and I’m sure it’s clear she knows the only thing we’ll be doing tonight is making up for lost time.

What I want from her is hot fucking to get it out of my system. I want her… not the pretending. The need to pretend that every woman I’ve been with and tried to be with was her, or like her. I’m not pretending anymore.

She’s the real deal. What I missed. What I craved. What I want.

And that’s the only explanation for anything.

End of story.

Chapter Eleven

Charlotte

Forget…

I’m listening and heeding my sister’s advice to forget and decide on the kind of day I’m going to have. I’ve just come to the end of the day after a long day of battling with myself on what to do.

If I’d stuck to the plan and gone with what I’m aiming for, I would have left things the way they were this morning. Him leaving me, believing I didn’t love him anymore.

That was the part that got me. I couldn’t do it.

Now I’m torn because I’m not supposed to be doing this either.

It’s like jumping into an ant’s nest and waiting to be attacked. It feels like that because of who he is. Gabriel Giordano, part of the Giordano crime family and I know them to be exactly that.

Yet when I look at him and we’re like this he doesn’t feel that way to me, he’s Gabe.

And while I know if I want to follow the plan and leave this life behind I shouldn’t be having this moment, I can’t help myself.

Is there even a choice though?

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