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My grunt of response grants me a few more seconds to stare at Melissa, drinking in the sight of her beauty atop her mattress. I shouldn’t bring Melissa’s hand to my lips. She’s just been shocked awake by my elephant-like entrance. But I can’t help myself around this beautiful doll.
Miracle of miracles, she doesn’t pull back in the slightest, but permits me to kiss her knuckles.
It feels like kissing the hand of a queen. Her skin is soft and delicate, with a warmth radiating beneath the chill of the night.
“Are you listening, Giovanni?” Benny asks with such exasperation that I wonder how long I’ve been tuning him out.
I press the phone harder to my ear. “Sorry, what?”
“You might want to come see this.”
I swear under my breath. “I’ll be right there.”
I lean forward and do something I have never done in my life. It takes only a few seconds, but the change in me might last a lifetime. I close the gap between us and press my lips to her forehead, closing my eyes while our hands remain clasped under her chin.
I don’t know who I am, but Melissa leans into my kiss, sighing contentedly as if I am her safe place.
Which is exactly what I intend to be.
Her left hand curls in the fabric of my white dress shirt. She’s not possessive in her movements, but more like she wants to use my body to protect hers.
Fine by me.
“I’ll be right back, doll,” I promise her, wishing I could stay exactly like this.
“Hurry back?” she requests in that meek way that makes me want to give her whatever she wants.
But my feet don’t carry me into the next unit. Her body shivers, and all sense of responsibility leaves my brain in a gust.
I have to get closer. I need to know how soft her skin is.
I need to…
I have no business dipping my chin so my lips brush against hers. I have no right to frighten her and then kiss her, but that’s exactly what I do.
Her lower lip is every bit as plump as it looks, and tastes twice as delicious as anything I’ve ever sucked on in my thirty years. My hand moves to cup her jaw. I thumb at the apple of her cheek, feeling the smoothness beneath the surprise in which we are both mired.
A surge of heat races through my veins and settles in my balls, reminding me that I haven’t come in far too long.
Melissa’s lips move with mine, and I am soaring. I can taste her sweet fear—some that I caused and some that I had nothing to do with—as her lips lure me closer.
Her kiss is soft, like the rest of her. She kisses me as if I matter, as if I am just as wounded and weary as she must be.
She kisses as if she means to heal all that is wrong within me with a few caresses of that sinfully supple lower lip.
“Giovanni, I…”
If she means to protest, her hands don’t make that clear. If she wishes to ask for permission, she doesn’t need to. I’ve already expressed in no uncertain terms that I will give her whatever she wishes.
I sink down into her touch, bathing in her beauty. My will to find a quick fix for every problem rapidly dissolves into a distant memory. I want this. I want her. In just a few short minutes, I feel more settled and at peace with myself than I have in… maybe forever.
“I’m staying the night,” I tell Melissa, warning her now that this is the last moment in which she can turn me away and I will go. If she lets me keep on kissing her like this, with her cinnamon breath teasing my senses, then she will never be rid of me.
Her fingers are dainty and careful as she slides my suit jacket over my arms. It’s all I can do not to tear my clothes off and then do the same to the tiny pink shorts and tank top she has on.
I let my suit jacket fall to the floor, and then kneel on the bed so I can tower over my little woodland creature. My lion won’t hold himself back forever. I already hear a rumble in my chest that vibrates through me like a warning to the both of us that, while things are romantic and sweet right now, they are about to get a whole lot more graphic if she keeps making those delicate cooing noises under her breath. It’s like she’s never been properly kissed in her life.
Come to think of it, I wonder if I have been kissed so beautifully before. Melissa is exquisite, and there is nothing in me that believes I deserve a shot at someone so perfect. But I also know that if I don’t pounce, I might never have this chance again. Perfect women don’t have the patience for guys like me. Sure, maybe Brunello found a woman who can tolerate our nighttime business dealings and our brooding ways, but I never fooled myself into believing that sort of miracle could happen for me.
