Page 60 of Sicilian Sunset


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The warmth of Tiero’s arm draping around me brings me back to the here and now. Who cares about Donald or any other man? Gualtiero De Marco is here in all of his glory.

He pulls me flush against him, and I notice the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Good, I’m not the only one affected by this electricity swirling between us.

He gently strokes up and down my arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. My nerve endings come to life, and all he has done is trace my arm.

Tiero kisses the top of my head, and my breathing falters in anticipation of what might come next. Will he lift my face to kiss me? Would I let him this time?

I drop my gaze, not prepared to face this question.

An unmistakable bulge in his pants greets my eyes, and my cheeks flush with the awareness of how much I’m affecting him too. It makes my stomach tumble like a dryer—round and round it goes.

He’s invading my senses, and thinking becomes difficult. My resolve to resist him is weakening. It’s melting like the snow in spring when the sun gains strength and reveals the beauty hidden beneath the frosty exterior.

Each stroke of his fingertips against my skin thaws the ice a little more. And the longer I sit next to him, the thinner the barriers become I’ve put up to protect myself. Soon there’ll be nothing left.

With his hard muscles pressed against me, my nostrils filled with his scent, and his ragged breath loud in my ear, he’s turning my insides to mush.

Tiero continues to caress my arm, gently stroking up and down. I wish I could help the shivers running through my body, but to no avail. The desire to know what it would be like to have his hands and lips all over me has sprouted. If my body goes into overdrive from just a simple touch, would it send me into the stratosphere if he did more?

His hard bulge is still in my line of sight. I swallow with difficulty, my mouth and throat dry. I itch to run my fingers along his hardness. What would his cock feel like inside me? The thought makes my pussy clench, and my undies dampen.

And still, his fingers dance up and down my arm as I listen to the wild heartbeat in his chest. It matches mine.

I dare not move. I don’t know what would happen if I do.

Would he try to kiss me?

I want him to... and yet I don’t.

I’m torn...

Forget about being another notch on his player bedpost. I actually don’t care about that anymore.

What worries me now is how easily I get attached. His hooks are already in me, but I’m too ginger to risk my heart. This is different from anything I’ve ever experienced.

If I let him in just one time, it will hurt having to let him go. And if I allow him inside my body, a part of him will stay with me forever.

Am I prepared for that?

With the end of our trip looming, heartbreak will be inevitable if I go down the path of my desire.

My stomach is in knots.

I’m drowning in a chorus of sensations and emotions, powerless against a force that seems like an inevitability.

What, oh what shall I do?

Chapter Twelve

Ella

We’rebackatthehotel in no time. The war between my mind and body is still raging. One cautions me while the other demands satisfaction.

Tiero lets go of me and gets out of the car first. While his back is turned, I take a deep breath to steady my nerves.

Calm the hell down.

While I slide over to Tiero’s side, he turns to me again and takes my hand to help me out of the car. His heated gaze is drinking me in.

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