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My heart begins to race.
The laughter between us begins to fade, replaced by a heavy silence as I consider the fragility of life. The turbulence earlier, my father's recent passing reminds me that we are never truly in control. These thoughts stir something deep within me, a desire to take risks and embrace the uncertainty of the unknown.
"Life is so fragile," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "You never know when your last moment will be."
Stefano nods solemnly, understanding the weight of my words. "That's why we have to make every moment count, right?"
"Exactly." My heart pounds in my chest, the adrenaline from our earlier conversation still coursing through my veins. "We can't waste any time on regrets or fears."
A newfound determination burns within me, and I make a decision. I need to feel alive, to push the boundaries of what's comfortable and familiar. And as I glance over at Stefano, a fire spreads between my legs.
Since the very first glance, I've been drawn to him. He's a man, not a boy. And something tells me he'd help me feel alive.
"Excuse me for a moment," I announce, standing up and smoothing down my skirt.
As I walk towards the washroom, I lift my skirt ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of my smooth thigh. Turning my head, I catch Stefano's gaze and motion for him to follow me with a crook of my finger.
His eyes widen, but the hint of a smile plays on his lips.
"Be right behind you," he murmurs, watching me disappear around the corner.
Chapter 6
Stefano
Ican'tbelieveshe'sinviting me to follow her. Isabella glances over her shoulder, green eyes smoldering with flamed speckles, and jerks her head toward the bathroom. My pulse races.
I watch her hips sway as she walks away, that tight red dress clinging to her curves. Perfect ass.
A few minutes later I knock on the bathroom door, pulse throbbing. "Are you sure?"
She doesn't answer, just closes the door behind me with a click. The room is dim, lights flickering overhead. The bathrooms in first class was three times a big as the normal ones you see in commercial.
Isabella lifts the edge of her dress slowly, inch by inch, revealing smooth thighs and black lace panties.
I swallow hard. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" She smiles and trails a finger down my chest. "You've wanted this all night."
She's right. I have. But this is dangerous. Reckless. We've only just met.
Isabella presses closer, the swell of her breasts against my chest, and runs her tongue along my jaw. "Relax, papi. Live a little."
I groan, the last of my resistance melting away, and crush my mouth to hers. She tastes of tequila and heat, her lips soft and eager. My hands roam over her body, exploring her curves as she moans into my mouth.
I hike up her dress farther, squeezing her ass and tugging at her panties. She steps out of them readily.
"Fuck," I breathe against her lips. She's ready for me, hot and wet. I slide two fingers inside and she gasps, eyes fluttering shut.
"Stefano." My name on her lips is pure sin. "Please."
I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent.
Isabella slides off the counter and drops to her knees, nimble fingers working at my belt. Stunned and aroused, I stare down at her as she frees me from my pants.
I groan when her lips close around me. Heat envelops me and I clench my fists through her hair, fighting for control.
She takes me deep, tongue swirling, and pulls back slowly. The sight of her on her knees, lips stretched around me, is almost enough to undo me.
