Page 95 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
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Nicco
Seeing her standing in front of my bed earlier today, I had to shove my hands in my pockets to keep myself from picking her up, tossing her onto it, and ravaging her. Then she was standing between my legs in nothing but a towel. And now, wrapping my hands around her silky legs, I’m going fucking insane.
Working my way back down her smooth, toned leg, I travel up her other leg, wanting to plant my face between them. She squirms a little, but doesn’t stop me. Her tiny breaths tell me she likes it. I’m so fucking hard right now.
When I reach the top of her thigh, a small sound escapes her. Sucking in a gasp of air, her eyes fly open and she sits up, clearing her throat.
“I, uh, thank you. My — my, feet feel a lot better now,” she says as she stands. “I’m getting tired. I think I’ll go to bed. What time are we starting tomorrow?”
I chuckle to myself. I love that I get her flustered. “Sleep as long as you like. We’re in no rush.” I stand, stepping toward her, wanting to kiss her cheeks and inhale her intoxicating vanilla scent.
She brushes quickly past me. “Okay. Good night then,” she says then goes straight to her room and closes the door.
I don’t know how much longer I can be around her and not fuck her. But I can’t. She won’t let me. With a burning need to relieve the pressure in my pants, I head to bed and take care of business, fantasizing about plunging inside her three different ways.
She looks so cute in the morning, no makeup, hair up in a mess on top of her head. Her long, sexy legs extend down from her oversized sweatshirt that hides the fact that she’s wearing shorts underneath.
We eat a quick breakfast and shower. Today she wears one of her flowered dresses and sneakers.
“I know they don’t look as nice as the sandals, but I want my feet to last the day and not hurt. I’ll put on my sandals when we go to your mamma’s house for supper.”
“Good thinking.” I guess my massage was too much for her to handle last night. “Remember your sweater, we’ll visit a few churches today.”
Once she has her sweater, I drive us to Aventine Hill where we spend the day visiting historic religious structures and churches. Our last stop before we leave is to the Knights of Malta keyhole to see the exquisite dome of Saint Peters Basilica through the shrubbery tunnel. Having visited all of these places many times myself, I’d lost my appreciation for the richness and beauty of it all. Watching her be truly mesmerized gives me a whole new experience and reminds me to be grateful for where I live.
On the drive home, she excitedly tells me some of her favorite sights of the day.
“Nicco?”
“Yes?”
“You’ve shown me some beautiful places and I’ve loved them so much.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
“But, I want to seeyourRome. Places that have meaning to you. Like maybe where you went to school or places you went with Marco.”
“I’ll show you. Tonight, we go to Mamma’s and the house I grew up in. Tomorrow I’ll take you on my motorcycle to a few places and we’ll drive along the coast for you to see the beautiful ocean. There’s a beach we’ll stop at also.”
“That sounds nice. I look forward to it.”
When we get back home, we still have some time before we’re due at Mamma’s.
“I think I’ll do some writing out on the patio before we go to your mamma’s.”
“Okay, I have a song I’m working on. Do you mind if I join you?”
“Not at all. Do you want to have your cigarette first? I’d rather not be out there with you while you smoke.”
My heart sinks in my chest. Her strong dislike of my addiction continues to remind of how badly I want to quit.Fuck, these cigarettes.
“Yes, I understand. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
I head out to the patio, sit in my usual chair, and mindlessly engage in my ritual. As I light the tip of my cigarette with Dad’s lighter, I talk to him.
I miss you, Dad. There’s a woman in my life, but I don’t know for how long. I wish you could meet her. Mamma will meet her tonight. She’s unlike any woman I’ve met. She’s kind and loving, and so pure of heart. She’s nothing like Ana. I’m sorry, Dad, I’m angry with you. I needed you after Ana. I needed you and you weren’t here.
