Page 21 of Private Reserve
“What did you hear?” He steps closer, his scent swirling around me and making it harder and harder to think.
Instead of answering, I say, “I saw you with him, too. That first day I arrived. I saw the way you took him, commanded him. I…I didn’t know it was you until just now.”
He steps into me, his hard body crowding mine, overwhelming my senses.
“And?”
I play with the hem of my sundress, wringing it in my shaky hands. “You were faking it with me, to get what you wanted.”
“Is that what you think?”
“It was Luca you wanted all along.”
“You want to know what I was faking, Olivia,” he asks in a deep voice that I barely recognize, the same hard voice he’d used with Luca that day beneath my deck.
“Yes, no…I don’t know,” I say as the man before me transforms, turns into the predator I desperately want to take me.
“I was pretending to be a gentleman.”
I gasp as his fingers close around my wrist and tighten.
“I…I…don’t…” As he gazes at me with those deep blue eyes, adrenaline buzzes through me, and I look away, unable to hold his stare.
“I left you, Olivia, because I protect what’s mine.”
As gravel shifts beneath my shoes, understanding dawns. “You were protecting me”—I lift my head slowly until my eyes meet his—“from you.”
“I’m a goddamn animal in the bedroom, Liv. A fucking bastard sometimes, and you’re a good girl. I didn’t want to hurt you. Corrupt you.” His thumb rubs my wrist, and the muscles in his jaw tick. “But I had you all wrong, didn’t I? You want that, don’t you?”
Tell him!
“Yes,” I manage to say, the truth finally spilling from my lips. “Watching you with Luca was the single most erotic moment of my life.”
His grip on my wrists tightens, and he tugs me to him. His eyes burn through me, and my nipples swell in response. “Time to fix that.”
The command in his voice hits like a caress to my clit, and I want to sob from the pleasure coursing through me.
“Where are we going?”
Without words, he leads me to the winery, to a back door that says, Private Reserve. He locks the door behind us, and we go down the dimly lit steps into what looks like a gentleman’s club. There is a bar at one side, a brown leather sofa facing it. The walls are filled with shelving units that house wine bottles. Luca is standing at the bar like he’s been waiting for us.
“What is this place?” I ask.
“It’s where my family keeps its private reserve. But don’t worry. We have the place to ourselves today.” He turns to his friend. “Luca,” he says in a deep voice, and Luca looks at me, his dimples spreading as he smiles.
“Gio,” he says in return.
“Come here.”
Gio drops my hand, grips Luca’s shirt and drags him close. He slants his head, and his lips crash down on the other man’s. I gasp, my entire body heating as I watch the passionate exchange. When Gio breaks the kiss, Luca is panting.
“Is that what you liked watching?” Gio asks me.
Since words seem to be beyond me, I nod.
Gio turns back to Luca. “On your knees,” he says, his deep voice rippling through me.
Luca drops, and I stand there, shell-shocked as Gio unzips his pants and shoves them to his knees. “Swallow my cock, Luca. Show Liv how deep you take me.”
