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How had thisthing—these feelings, this connection—between us shifted so quicky from primal lust to raw vulnerability? I wanted Alessio more desperately than I had all day. I wanted to impale myself on his cock and then wrap my arms around him as each thrust, each stroke assuring him I did not need to be impressed.
I needed to be trusted. And treasured. Tormented and teased and titillated.
I didn’t want an anonymous holiday fling. Even if it was temporary, I wanted something real.
I wanted Alessio.
Chapter Seven - Alessio
“Perhaps dinner is not wise,” I repeated.
“Some decisions should be made with logic and reason,” Elle whispered, raising up on tiptoes to nip my earlobe. “Some should be based on pure instinct.”
Mio dio, she’d caught me off guard yet again. I’d just admitted to what amounted to an Italian mortal sin—not fulfilling one’s familial duty—and she’d not judged me. She responded with compassion and empathy. She was more than a goddess. She was the real deal. The kind of woman a man married, had children with, grew old with, lived happily ever after with.
I had her for two weeks.
I’d been restraining myself since I first set eyes on Elle. I needed something, just a taste, to fortify my commitment to let her make the first move. The first big, no-going-back, it’s-official, we’re-doing-this move.
The way she was nuzzling the sensitive skin behind my ear and pressing her body against me was a pretty good indicator what direction things were going…but I wasn’t ready. There was too much emotion weighing down the moment.
Turning, I bracketed Elle’s waist. “I appreciate your observations about my father. There’s truth in what you said. However, I don’t want my family issues to intrude on what we share.”
“But that’s why I like you.” Her expression was so earnest. “I like that you share every part of yourself with me. Not just the pretty, polished pieces. The genuine, honest pieces. I’m not asking you to bare your soul or tell me your deepest, darkest secrets, but you don’t need to hide what makes you real.”
“You want to know the real me?” My brow quirked up in disbelief. “As best, we might enjoy two weeks of passion and companionship. Why complicate it?”
“If you can’t be open with me, how can I be myself with you?” She pulled out of my grasp. “I’m too old and too naïve to play bedroom games, Alessio. If I trust you enough to take your cock in my mouth or spread my legs so you can lick meeverywhere, I need to know I can entrust you with everything.”
Erotic images flashed through my mind. Elle on her knees before me, lips wrapped around my shaft. Leaning back on her elbows in my bed, legs splayed, her goddess eyes watching me lap the sweet nectar from her inner thighs. Her lush body writhing in ecstasy, shrill cries rending the air, as I relentlessly sucked her clit.
“Nnnhhhh.” I groaned and stepped into her space, maneuvering Elle so her back was against the wall. “You torment me beyond all endurance,strega.”
Desire shimmered in her eyes, and masculine pride roared through me. My aggression did not intimidate her. If anything, it fueled her want into a frenzy of need.
“Say yes. I must hear it,cara.”
“Yes, please. Kiss me, Allesio. Now.” She looped her arms around my neck, tugging me closer.
My mouth crashed down on hers, demanding and desperate. My tongue swept over her teeth, twisting with her own, lips already bruised from the fury driving me to get closer, go deeper, dive into her depths where pleasure awaited.
She twisted, trapped between me and the wall, breasts thrusting, hips grinding, the heady scent of her musk filling my nostrils. Cupping her head with one hand to control the kiss, I slid my fingers up the silky skin of her thigh. Under the edge of her dress. Beneath the elastic band of her panties to dip a finger into her slick folds.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she went limp, surrendering to the onslaught of sensations. I circled the tip of my finger around her clit, careful not to tip her over the edge too quickly. She trembled. I lightened the pressure even more.
“Nooo,” she pleaded. “More. I’m so close.”
I thought a taste would be enough. I was wrong. Cum dampened the front of my trousers and my cock ached with a need for release. My own muscles quaked as I fought the impulse to free my erection and bury it in Elle’s hot center.
No!
Our first time together would be more than a fast fuck against the wall.
I slid three fingers inside her, my thumb atop her nub. She jerked, her climax fierce. Her juices covered my hand. Her scent lay on my skin. Her panting breath filled my ears. I held her in my arms, but it was she who truly possessed me.
“Ahhh, God. That’s sweet. So sweet.” She sucked in air, forehead resting on my shoulder.
“In Italy, it is tradition to start a meal withapertivo. A bubbly beverage and something to nibble on before the main course. Will this suffice,cara?”
