businessman was breathtaking in his own way. And now, when he looked down at her with those dark eyes, his tanned skin damp, she felt more lost in him than she ever had.
He knelt in front of her next to the bench and bent down to kiss her softly. His lips tasted salty, as did hers, but she didn’t care. She slid her hands over his torso, caressing his nipples and a low husky sound vibrated in his chest. He deepened the kiss, tightening his hold on her, pulling her closer until they were on the floor and she straddled him. Their mouths and tongues fit together so well, uniting them in the rhythm their bodies yearned to be. His touch, his scent, his nearness drove her to the sweet brink of madness every time she had him close. She felt him hard against her and pressed her middle down to him, their moans entangling with their rapid breaths. He took her face in his hands, looking deeply into her eyes, his own gaze dark with desire.
“We can’t do this tonight. I don’t want to hurt you again.”
When she moved over him in protest, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply, as though trying to control his impulses—as wild as were hers in that moment.
“I want you so bad, Sonia, you know that. You feel that. But we can’t, not tonight. Let’s shower, dress and I’ll take you home,” he said, pressing her face against his shoulder, holding her tightly.
She wanted to argue, but how could she without making herself seem a slut? Strangely, she’d never felt like one. Never. Giovanni made her feel special, even pure—if it didn’t sound so crazy. Could a woman still be pure after doing what they did together, feeling as she did for him? She wondered.
“Okay,” she replied at last, getting up slowly, feeling sore in every muscle. “Since you don’t have a towel, I’ll shower first, and then you can use mine. Unless you want to shower with me.”
Seeing the agony mixed with ecstasy on his face and hearing his groan, she laughed.
“Fine, fine, I won’t talk about sex tonight. Nor think about us making love, hot and sweaty, in my big comfortable bed, all naked and—”
He threw his tank top after her, as she headed to the locker rooms that had each a small adjoining bath.
While she showered and dressed, she thought about teasing him further, but gave up that thought, shamed. He could have taken his own pleasure without caring about her discomfort. Instead, he was so gentle and considerate, as no man she knew could have been. Suddenly, she felt tears sting her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror, puzzled and scared.
“What the hell is the matter with me?” she asked her image in a whisper. “I can’t fall in love with him. He belongs in another country, in another world…”
She rubbed a hand over her mouth, thinking maybe she should stop seeing him altogether before it was too late. Maybe she wouldn’t suffer so much when he’d leave. But she wasn’t a coward. And only a coward would do such a thing, she knew. She rinsed her face in cold water, straightened her shoulders, plastered a smile on her face and went back to him. She handed him the damp towel, saying, “I only used half to dry off, so you have a dry corner left.”
“Thanks.” He took the towel from her, kissing her softly. Then he headed to the shower, leaving her to watch the falling snowflakes’ ethereal dance and listen to Bonnie Tyler’s I Need A Hero . She’d found hers, but he was as unreachable as the moon.
Chapter Seven
Giovanni awoke with an unpleasant feeling, the cause of which he couldn’t quite identify. He looked drowsily around the dimly lit room, wondering what was wrong. Then he remembered Sonia was due to leave for Manchester that day and his spirits sank even lower. What was this addiction he’d developed for this woman in such a short time? Was he truly in love with her? He hadn’t ever been in love, so he didn’t know what it felt like. But this permanent state of acute need he
He knelt in front of her next to the bench and bent down to kiss her softly. His lips tasted salty, as did hers, but she didn’t care. She slid her hands over his torso, caressing his nipples and a low husky sound vibrated in his chest. He deepened the kiss, tightening his hold on her, pulling her closer until they were on the floor and she straddled him. Their mouths and tongues fit together so well, uniting them in the rhythm their bodies yearned to be. His touch, his scent, his nearness drove her to the sweet brink of madness every time she had him close. She felt him hard against her and pressed her middle down to him, their moans entangling with their rapid breaths. He took her face in his hands, looking deeply into her eyes, his own gaze dark with desire.
“We can’t do this tonight. I don’t want to hurt you again.”
When she moved over him in protest, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply, as though trying to control his impulses—as wild as were hers in that moment.
“I want you so bad, Sonia, you know that. You feel that. But we can’t, not tonight. Let’s shower, dress and I’ll take you home,” he said, pressing her face against his shoulder, holding her tightly.
She wanted to argue, but how could she without making herself seem a slut? Strangely, she’d never felt like one. Never. Giovanni made her feel special, even pure—if it didn’t sound so crazy. Could a woman still be pure after doing what they did together, feeling as she did for him? She wondered.
“Okay,” she replied at last, getting up slowly, feeling sore in every muscle. “Since you don’t have a towel, I’ll shower first, and then you can use mine. Unless you want to shower with me.”
Seeing the agony mixed with ecstasy on his face and hearing his groan, she laughed.
“Fine, fine, I won’t talk about sex tonight. Nor think about us making love, hot and sweaty, in my big comfortable bed, all naked and—”
He threw his tank top after her, as she headed to the locker rooms that had each a small adjoining bath.
While she showered and dressed, she thought about teasing him further, but gave up that thought, shamed. He could have taken his own pleasure without caring about her discomfort. Instead, he was so gentle and considerate, as no man she knew could have been. Suddenly, she felt tears sting her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror, puzzled and scared.
“What the hell is the matter with me?” she asked her image in a whisper. “I can’t fall in love with him. He belongs in another country, in another world…”
She rubbed a hand over her mouth, thinking maybe she should stop seeing him altogether before it was too late. Maybe she wouldn’t suffer so much when he’d leave. But she wasn’t a coward. And only a coward would do such a thing, she knew. She rinsed her face in cold water, straightened her shoulders, plastered a smile on her face and went back to him. She handed him the damp towel, saying, “I only used half to dry off, so you have a dry corner left.”
“Thanks.” He took the towel from her, kissing her softly. Then he headed to the shower, leaving her to watch the falling snowflakes’ ethereal dance and listen to Bonnie Tyler’s I Need A Hero . She’d found hers, but he was as unreachable as the moon.
Chapter Seven
Giovanni awoke with an unpleasant feeling, the cause of which he couldn’t quite identify. He looked drowsily around the dimly lit room, wondering what was wrong. Then he remembered Sonia was due to leave for Manchester that day and his spirits sank even lower. What was this addiction he’d developed for this woman in such a short time? Was he truly in love with her? He hadn’t ever been in love, so he didn’t know what it felt like. But this permanent state of acute need he
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