Page 109 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
“So did I.” All I’d have to do is bend my neck down to capture her lips. My pulse races.
“Buona notte,” she hushes, pulling herself up to kiss my cheek. My fingers tense into her flesh as she does.
It takes all my willpower not to kiss her. She unwraps her arms from my neck and I release her body.
“Buona notte.”
“Are you coming in?”
“Uh.”Not with my hard-on ready to rip through my swim trunks.“I need a cigarette first.”
“Okay.” She climbs the steps out of the pool.
Every movement of her body has my attention. When she reaches the top step, she turns, catching me staring.
She towels off and goes inside. I grab my cigarettes and focus on deflating my dick.
Destiny
I swear my heartbeat sounded like a sonar ping under the water when he held me floating. Thank goodness for the alcohol or I probably would’ve been trembling in his arms from my nerves. He had several opportunities to cross my boundaries and he didn’t. I’m impressed. With my arms around his neck, our lips so close, and his gaze steaming with desire, I wanted to cross my own damn boundaries.
I dry my hair, put on my pajamas, and turn out the light. Waves of candlelight reflecting off the pool dance on my ceiling. Going over to the window, I carefully move the curtain aside, peeking out. It’s strange to think about who he is and the fact that, ten minutes ago, his arms were wrapped around my body. Millions of women would kill to be me. During our moments of tender intimacy, it’s like he’s all mine. The world fades and the women lusting after him aren’t even a thought in my mind. It’s just me and him.
But the painful truth is, he’s not mine.
