Page 85 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
They look cozy and intimate and his eyes don’t look vacant here. Though I feel a little queasy, seeing that picture was a good reminder that I’m here on business and that’s all. Deep breath. I go back to my account, but I can’t get that image out of my head.
It’s not long before he pulls up.
Nicco
Destiny’s here and I’m excited to see her. I’ve missed her. I’ve missed the way her eyes sparkle when she looks at me. I’ve missed her laugh. I’ve missed our easy, and sometimes intimate, conversations. I’ve missed her kind and gentle heart.
She was so great in showing me around L.A. and now I get to show her Rome and Ponza. I have some fun things planned for her time here. Experiencing it all in real life should really be helpful for writing her book, and I’m eager to spend more time with her.
I’d be lying if I said that’s all I was eager about. I haven’t had sex since I met her. After that kiss, I’m fucking craving her. I haven’t masturbated this much since I was a teenager.
I don’t know what the fuck happened to me when I kissed her, but I was hooked. Hooked on more than just the kiss and her soft, sweet lips. I was hooked on her. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. Damn, I want to kiss her again. I need to kiss her again. But if I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from wanting more. I want her body wrapped around me. I want to be deep inside her. I want to make her come undone with a pleasure I know she’s never experienced. I want to be the one to do that for her.
Shit.I have to remind myself that losing control like that will only end up leaving us both hurt. Plus, she’s made it clear that she won’t have sex with me. Masturbation it is. It’s going to be a long ten days.
I pull up to where she’s waiting for me and get out. She’s so damn beautiful.
Fuck I want her.
“Ciao, mia dolce ragazza. Welcome to Italy. It’s so good to see you.”
When I hug her, she’s stiff in my arms. I draw back, kissing her on each cheek.
“Can you not call me that?”
I recoil slightly at the bitterness coating her tone. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard her be terse. “Of course, I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head, casting down her gaze, then looks back up at me. “I’m sorry. I think I’m tired. It’s been a long day of traveling.”
“Yes, I understand. Was the flight okay?” I take her luggage and put it in the trunk, then open the passenger door for her.
“Yes, it was, thank you,” she says, sounding very formal, as she gets into the car.
Something’s up and I have no idea what it is. Maybe she’s not as happy to see me as I am to see her. Maybe I misread things back in L.A. It’s probably best anyway. I have to keep my head on straight so I don’t fuck up either of us by the time she leaves.
“I thought you might be hungry after traveling all day. Would you like to go to dinner?”
“Iamhungry, but would you mind if we got food and ate in? I’m kind of tired and don’t feel like going out.”
“We can do that. There’s a place near my house. We can order now and pick it up on the way back.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Of course. It’s Italian food.” I chuckle. “As you would expect. Do you know what you’d like without seeing a menu?”
“I’d be okay with spaghetti and meatballs.”
“Okay, I’ll order for you.”
I call and place our orders. Then she gives me the highlights of her day of traveling. I know how tiring it can be. Honestly, I’m glad she’d rather go back to my house than go out. It’ll be nice to be alone together again.
After I pick up our food, I drive us home and show her to her room.
“Is there anything you need to unpack before we eat?” I ask, setting her suitcase near the bed.
“No. I can unpack after we eat. Let’s eat it while it’s hot.” She sets her purse and small bag on the bed then looks around the room. “It’s beautiful in here. Did you decorate it?” Her side-eyed glance tells me she wouldn’t believe me even if I said yes.
I chuckle. “No. I asked Angelina to help me when you said you’d come. You’ll meet her when we go to Ponza. I think you’ll like her.”
