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When he leans in, I don’t resist. I curl my arms around him and let him take my lips. My breasts rub against his chest as our lips move together.
Thousands of voices scream in my head. I want to push Tristano onto the bed and continue from where he stopped. There’s no need for foreplay, we’re both ready. I want a piece of him to explore the depths of my desire.
Tristano breaks the kiss when I reach for his cock. The touch lasts a couple of seconds, but I’m able to gauge his girth and imagine how he’ll feel inside me.
“I don’t wanna pressure you, Aurora,” Tristano says softly.
My insides screamI want this. I want you. But fear of rejection has my lips speaking out of turn.
“Fine,” I mutter.
“Good night, Aurora.”
My clit aches for some action, and my nipples throb. I can’t believe Tristano is punishing us both by stepping away when we should be jumping at each other.
“Good night, Tristano.”
I turn and don’t look back. He locks the door as soon as I step out. I heave a sigh and head to my room. I realize Tristano is giving me a chance to think things through before we cross that boundary.
I fall into the bed and stare at the ceiling. I grab the pillow and scream my frustration.
Then the room is silent, and I can’t hear any more groans from Tristano’s room.
How in the world will I stare that man in the eyes after tonight?
7
AURORA
Tristanoand I haven't spoken this morning, and I'm kind of cool with that. In fact, I'm trying my best to avoid him because I don't know how to stare at him after he made me go to bed horny last night. I don't think I'll be able to forget how seductive his groans were and how I'm dying to be with him.
My sleep had been so short that I woke earlier than normal, and that's because I was dreaming about us getting it on. My panties are stained with my fresh wetness, which makes me wonder if what I had in the dream was real.
The state of my life is teetering on the edge of reality and fantasy. To think that I’m hiding out with Tristano and I’ve gone from hating him to thinking about him nonstop. I chew on my bottom lip sitting on the porch. His land is so serene and I’m finding this is the perfect spot to think about what I’ll do next.
Will I go back to the hotel once he finds Jeff? Will I take Casey’s advice and find a new life for myself?
My life went from high school to college. When I returned and started working at the hotel, I thought I found my direction, my purpose. But Jeff’s skeletons killed any hope I had to do something for me. It’s like I have a healthy dose of wanting to wash my hands of it all and wanting to rebuild it into something new.
I drop back, and the rocker swings in a soothing motion. It’s not long before my thoughts return to the matter at hand, avoiding Tristano is impossible since we reside under the same roof. I’ve never been the type of woman to approach a man. Going to his room is the boldest I’ve been, and it was sort of exciting until I got caught.
I chuckle, shaking my head. It really wasn’t too bad. My curiosity gave me a sight of a very handsome and well-endowed man. Hence the wet dreams.
“Enough pining…time to cook breakfast.” I drag to my feet, trying to earn my keep. I’m not working, and all my savings went to trying to save Jeff, so all I can contribute is cooking.
Tristano keeps a fully stocked refrigerator and pantry. I have a taste for French toast this morning. I reach for the apron and slip it over my neck. The doorbell chimes as I’m about to tie the back.
My heart drops, and I freeze.Are they back for me?
No, Tristano said he’d never let them take me, and I believe him. My hand grips the edge of the counter. The reality that I truly trust him with my life scares me.
The last man I trusted was the reason I was abducted. Images of that night flash in my mind and I force myself to breath.
I hate being afraid. There’s no way they know I’m here.
“I’m safe.” I repeat the words in a soothing cadence as I place the apron back on the hook.
I walk to the door, then peep through the peephole. A thick guy stands outside, looking side by side as if watching out for someone.
