Chapter 4

• A deep ache begins to grow inside of me. I can feel myself getting wet as my need for his body grows. Enrico slowly dips his head, and his lips softly dust mine, his tongue gently asking for permission to enter my mouth. I grant him access. His kiss is slow and erotic, and it does things to me as I get a visual of him on top of me. Naked. Fucking me hard—so hard. Our bodies wet with perspiration. I’m aching for him to touch me.
• His hand tightens around my waist, pulling me closer as we kiss. I lose control and my hands go to his hair, bringing him closer to me.
• For fifteen minutes, we stand on the dancefloor, kissing like we are the only people in the room. I can feel his hard cock up against my stomach. His eyes have darkened to nearly black, and I can feel the want in his vice-like grip.
• He’s different to any man I’ve ever met. It could be the whole Italian thing, of course, but I feel like it’s more than that. There’s more to him than meets the eye. Perhaps that’s just my inexperience with gorgeous men speaking. Maybe all players make women feel like this. Maybe it’s a spell that only a few men know how to cast.
• A special kind of black magic.
• Suddenly, achingly aware that I’m dripping wet and acting like a horny ho, I whisper, “I should get going.”
• His eyes hold mine, and some kind of silent acknowledgement runs between us. He bends and kisses me softly, a promise of more.
• After a beat, he replies, “I’ll walk you home.”
• Half an hour later, we arrive at my hotel, hand in hand. “This is me,” I say nervously.
• He turns toward me, takes my face in his hands, and he kisses me again, waiting for an invitation to come in. Our lips dance as my mind runs at a million miles a minute. Visions of us naked together play like a perfect porno in my mind.
• But… I can’t. I can’t do it. As much as I want to, I can’t sleep with a stranger. It’s not who I am.
• Damn you, conscience.
• “It was nice meeting you,” I say.
• His face falls as he stares at me, his chest rising and falling as he battles his arousal.
• “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I…” I hesitate, because damn, saying it out loud seems so lame. “I’m not the type of girl who sleeps around.”
• Tenderness crosses his face but he remains silent.
• “You make me wish I was.” I smile bashfully.
• We kiss, and then he holds our foreheads together as we both try to come down from our high.
• “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asks. “I have the weekend off. I can take you sightseeing.”
• “Really?”
• He takes a step back from me, creating distance, and I know he’s trying to calm his throbbing body down.
• “Okay.” I smile.
• “I’ll pick you up at ten?”
• I look at my watch. “That’s only six hours away.”
• His eyes dance with mischief. “I know. It seems stupid to go all the way home. I can just stay here until then.”
• I giggle. “Nice try. Go home, Ricki.”
• He chuckles, and with one last lingering kiss, he opens the front door of my hotel. I walk in, trying to act cool and hide the over the top smile on my face.
• I turn back to him through the glass. He has his hands tucked in his pockets as he watches me. I give him a wave, and he blows me a kiss. I get into the elevator with my heart jumping all over the place. I smile broadly at my reflection in the elevator mirrored wall.
• Holy shit…. what the hell just happened?
• Olivia
• There’s knocking at the door. It grows louder.
• Knock, knock, knock.
• Huh?
• I lift my heavy head from my pillow. What’s that?
• The knocking continues. What the hell? Who’s at the fucking door at this ungodly hour. I roll over to retrieve my phone.
• 8:30 a.m
• I wince in disgust.
• The knocking is getting harder now—more urgent.
• Shit, what if the buildings on fire? I sit up with a start.
• “Coming!” I call.
• I walk to the door and peek through the tiny hole to see Enrico standing in the hall.
• What the heck?
• I keep the chain on, open the door, and peer through the crack.
• “Good morning, Olivia.” He smiles proudly.
• “What…?” I pause and drag my hand through my hair self-consciously. I must look appalling. “What are you doing here?”
• “I’m here for our date.”
• “I thought you said ten?” I frown.
• “I couldn’t wait.”
• I stare at him, looking all perky and like he’s had a million hours sleep, while I look like roadkill. “I’m not ready. I just woke up.”
• “That’s fine.” He smirks and bounces on his toes. “I can wait.”
• I glance around my messy room. “Give me a moment.”
• I slam the door shut in his face and run like a mad woman, stuffing all of my things back into my suitcase. I glance down at myself wearing only panties and a singlet. This won’t do. I throw on a dress, and I run into the bathroom to brush my teeth, while trying my hardest to wipe the mascara from under my eyes.
• He couldn’t wait.
• A thrill runs through me, and I smile as I brush my teeth with vigor. I rush back out and see a pair of panties that have fallen out of my suitcase. I pick them up and quickly stuff them under my pillow.
• Right.
• I drop my shoulders as I try to calm myself down before I open the door, acting completely calm.
• Rico smiles knowingly. “Hello.”
• “Hi.” I smirk. God, he really is delicious. “Please, come in.”
• He walks past me and looks around my room.
• “You do know it’s 8:34, right?” I mutter dryly.
• “I do.” He stands, not knowing where to sit. He’s wearing blue jeans that fit snug to his thighs and a white T-shirt. His dark hair is messed up, and his big red lips are completely kissable. He’s basically sex on legs.