AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She tore her eyes from his gaze and looked down to her glass, which was empty.
‘Another one?’ Nico said.
‘I had better get on,’ Aurora said. She stood and put her bag over her shoulder. ‘Thank you for the drink, Nico. It was good to catch up.’
He walked her out and towards the elevators, and she could feel the thick energy between them. She dreaded that he might kiss her—but only because it would take a stronger woman than her to say no.
‘You had better go,’ Aurora said. ‘You have an early start. I know because I booked your driver.’
‘I should go,’ Nico agreed.
In fact, Aurora was the very reason he wasn’t staying at the hotel that night—to avoid just such a situation as this. And yet even with all his exit strategies planned here they stood, face to face.
‘I will see you at breakfast before I leave?’
‘I await my invitation,’ Aurora said.
‘It will be on your pillow.’
She wanted him on her pillow—and far more dangerous than her want, which was perpetually there, was the clear arrival of his.
Nico’s hand came to her cheek and he smoothed a stray lock of hair. It wasn’t only Aurora’s resolve that was fading.
She floored him.
Always.
The sexual attraction between them was undeniable, for sure. But there was also this banter between them—this life they both knew and this world they had shared. And Nico, despite doing everything he could to avoid it, now did not want the night to end.
His hand remained, cupping her ear, and his fingers were in her hair.
She could remember that hand, pressed over her mouth as she came, and she fought not to kiss it, not to flirt.
She won the former battle but failed on the latter.
‘I packed your underwear,’ Aurora said in a provocative tone—and there went the express train of her mouth again, saying things it should not and being too familiar.
Not that Nico seemed to mind, for he was stroking her earlobe and his eyes were telling of his desire.
And the guard she had fought to keep up was dissolving, for she did not know how to be anyone other than the person she was. The person who was in love with him.
He brought out the Aurora in her.
‘Aurora…’ Nico said, and she heard in the sound of him saying her name a summons to bed.
She ached to turn her head just a fraction and kiss the palm that held her cheek, to give in to the bliss of him just one last time. To have Nico make love to her in Rome.
He was leaving in the morning and would return only after she had left. This was their only chance, and Aurora did not know how to resist him.
Her neck fought not to arch and her mouth not to part to kiss his palm.
But then her guardian angels dashed in.
They flew from their clouds, or wherever they’d been hiding, and there was no time for them to apologise for their absence. They hauled her back from the brink.
‘Goodnight, Nico.’
Well done, Aurora!
