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The meal continued as such with us bantering back and forth, laughing and flirting outrageously. As the alcohol started to take effect, each of the many walls we had around ourselves were slowly being torn down. It was the first time I had ever enjoyed being in the company of a woman so much. I loved her little quirks. No, not love. Liked. The way that one dimple in her cheek surfaced when she smiled genuinely. The way she talked with her hands. So expressive and dramatic. The way she would twist one strand of hair behind her ear without realising she was doing it. But most of all I lov…liked the way she could hold my gaze with those spell-binding eyes. She looked at me as if she was seeing me. Really seeing me. And she wasn’t afraid.
My stomach dropped when I thought of how soon that might all change.
Lose Your Panties
Olivia
When the last of our dishes were taken away, I smiled at Giovanni as I raised my wine glass to my lips. I had lost count of the number of different wines I had tasted tonight and even though each glass was barely a quarter full, I was starting to feel that fuzzy warming feeling of the alcohol working its magic.
Giovanni lifted his own glass off the table before sliding out of his seat and coming over to the same side of the booth as me. My heart fluttered a little as I moved along to give him enough room to sit next to me. Oh holy shit, why did he have to look and smell so good all the time? Tonight, he was wearing black smart trousers that hugged his thick, toned thighs perfectly and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his strong, black-haired forearms. He had the first three or four buttons undone, which gave me a mouth-watering view of his collarbone and top of his chest. He smelt crisp. Masculine. Intoxicating.
I wanted to bury my head in his neck and breathe deeply but I fought the urge. He twisted his muscular frame so he was facing me on the seat and I did the same. The air suddenly felt thicker between us. More electric. His face became intense as he stared at me.
“What?” I smiled into my glass, trying to ignore the need that was aching between my legs under his penetrating gaze.
“I just wanted to thank you for trusting me enough to open up about your past last night,” his voice was deep and husky, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I masked my surprise at his words and shrugged.
“It was nice to actually talk to someone about it,” I said quietly. It was true. The moment the words left my lips, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I had been hiding in Italy for nearly a month now and it was the first time I had confided to anyone about Henry.
“Look bambola. I don’t want you to feel any pressure from me. You have no idea how much I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. To worship your body the way it deserves. But after everything, I am willing to wait. I will take it slow. I want you to trust that I will look after you,” his hungry eyes bore into mine and I gulped down my arousal.
My belly clenched in anticipation. I didn’t want to take it slow. Slow was not what I had in mind. At that moment, I realised that he had just said the words that I needed to hear. His understanding and patience just made him even more irresistible. But now I had heard them, now I knew that he was thinking about me and not his own needs, I wanted the opposite. I wanted him tonight.
I had escaped Henry to try and live my life. But I was still letting him have a hold on me. No more. Giovanni was not like Henry. Yes, he was dominant, intimidating and possessive, but he was also kind and gentle. At least with me and his family. It was unfair of me to compare them.
Gathering my courage, I leaned forwards and placed my hand on his warm, muscular thigh. It radiated heat and strength. His eyes burned with intense desire as I stared up at him. Continuing my exploration of his thigh, I noticed the muscles in his jaw flex and his grip on the stem of his wine glass grew tighter. As I glanced down at where my hand was inching closer to the top of his leg, I saw his erection harden, bulging against his trousers. My god, it looked huge. My mouth went dry and I licked my lips.
“Olivia,” his voice was laced with thick arousal as he warned me.
My eyes met his and I whispered, “What if I don’t want to take it slow?”
His gaze held mine with challenge and I could see the turmoil, need and dominance in them.
“You have no idea the dangerous game you are playing bambola,” he husked, and my core tightened in response. I smiled seductively as I brushed my hand lightly over his erection and he hissed sharply.
“Then show me,” I leaned in and kissed his neck sensually, tasting his skin on my tongue, sending warmth through my body. Oh wow, I was feeling bold. I had never been this woman before. This was the effect he had on me. I was a new me, a me that didn’t shy away from what I wanted. I had been fighting my bewildering attraction to this man, this inexplicable connection we had, for too long and I was tired. I was tired of fighting.
His hand grabbed my wrist that was caressing his bulge and I pulled away from his neck. His expression was dark, dangerous and so fucking sexy. “Do you trust me, Olivia? Do you trust that I would never hurt you?”
As I stared into those smouldering eyes that held so much danger, I realised I did. I wasn’t afraid of him. I felt no fear. He wasn’t Henry. I nodded slowly and he released my hand, turning to the side to whisper in my ear.
“Lean back,” his raspy accent caused butterflies to flutter in my stomach, but I did what he said. I leaned my back against the stone wall so I faced him. My lips parted at the look on his face. He was in complete dominant mode and I knew my knickers were ruined. I was not in control and, for the first time ever...I was OK with that.
“Take your panties off,” his voice was commanding and firm. It should have scared me, but it didn’t. What it did was shock me. My eyes bulged at his order.
“What? No way,” I whisper-yelled. His eyes narrowed at my defiance. Oh my lord, now my knickers are definitely ruined.
“Do you trust me?” he repeated, and my eyes scanned the room we were in. We were alone but any of the waiters could walk back in at any moment. This was insane. What was he going to do? As my eyes landed on him again, I realised I didn’t care. If he kept looking at me with that much desire and need, then he could do anything he wanted to me. I nodded.
“Lose your panties.”
I awkwardly hooked my fingers up under my dress and pulled down my black lace thong, shimmying it down my thighs and then off my legs. Giovanni watched intensely and then put his hand out for them once they had passed my heels. Hesitantly, I placed them in his hand, embarrassed by how damp they were. He pocketed them in his trousers with a small smirk at the corners of his lips. “They're mine now.”
I narrowed my eyes at him but he leaned towards me and looked down at my bare legs in my dress.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. My cheeks burned with the fire of the sun as my eyes widened. Is he serious?! From the look on his face, he was deadly serious.
Slowly, I lifted one leg up onto the seat between us, the heel of my shoe digging into the silk upholstery and spread my other thigh wider under the table, which was rewarded by an animalistic groan of pleasure from Giovanni at the sight of me laid bare before him.
