Page 61 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
“Shhh. It’s okay, Giorgio.”
His brows scrunch together, as if he heard what I said and decided it was nonsense. “Why did you leave her? She wasn’t well.” He sighs a heavy breath. “She was crying in the morning. I asked you to watch her.”
Who is he talking about? I drag my thumbs over the frown lines in his face, attempting to soothe him. “Shhh. Everything is okay.”
It seems to work. He relaxes, his breathing slows.
“She deserved better,” he mumbles. “Better than you and me.”
“Giorgio, it’s just a dream.”
He quiets.
Questions bounce around my head. Is he talking about a real person? A woman in his life? There was real pain in his voice just now. Real regret.
When he doesn’t say anything for a five-minute stretch, I let go of the tension I’ve been holding in my shoulders and release a long breath. I don’t care how long he’ll be asleep, I’m not leaving him. Even if there’s a chance he’ll be furious instead of impressed as soon as he wakes up.
Thick inky eyelashes fan out over his cheeks. I trace the shallow lines between his brows before moving the tip of my finger over the bridge of his nose. I’ve never touched a man like this, and it’s intoxicating. To be this close to him. To see him at his most vulnerable.
A butterfly awakens in my stomach as I reach the corner of his lips. He has a wide mouth, and his bottom lip is slightly fuller than the top one. They look like they’d be soft to touch, but I hesitate.
No, that would be crossing a line. He’s unconscious. I shouldn’t be caressing him like this.
I fold my fingers into my palms and place my fists against the cold ground. My knees have started to ache from the position I’m in, and I decide to try to extricate myself from under him.
Cradling his shoulders and neck with my arms, I gently move him off me.
A hand shoots out and grabs me by the forearm.
I suck in a breath. Is he awake?
His eyes are still closed, but his grip on me is firm. When I try to pull away, he gives a sharp tug, and I fall right into his chest.
His body heat accosts me. As does the fist that appears inside my hair and tugs my head to the side. When he buries his nose in the crook of my neck and makes an appreciativeMmm, my head starts to spin.
“Giorgio?”
He answers with a hot, slow drag of his tongue against my throat, and then he sinks his teeth into my flesh.
I’m stunned.
Heat cascades down my body, like a chain of chemical reactions. I’ve never considered what it would be like to bebittenby a man, but I wouldn’t have guessed I’d feel the ghost of it reaching right to my clit.
He drags his teeth over my flesh, the bulk of his body tensing beneath me, and then suddenly, he rolls us over, making me yelp.
My back hits the groundhard. His body crushes me from above, heavy enough to squeeze the air out of my lungs.
“Giorgio,” I whimper. “You’re too heavy.”
He drags his nose over my cheek all the way up to my hair, takes a big inhale, and follows it with a deep groan that settles right between my legs.
My palms press against his abdomen, trying to lift him a few inches off me. Maybe I should be more worried about what’s happening, but instead, there’s an irrational excitement at having the freedom to touch him like this. His abs move, flexing beneath my touch, and I drag my palms all over them. Finally, he pushes himself up on his hands.
Is he awake? I try to catch his eye, but he immediately drops his face back into the crook of my neck.
The hot, wet kisses set off a full body shiver. Before I know it, my heel is trailing up his leg and pulling him closer, as if driven by some basic instinct. He hums against my ear and rolls his hips against mine.
I let out a moan. He’s hard. And by the feel of it,big.
