And that is the truth.
I can’t get enough of her.
She makes a sound as our chests push together, her fingers slip into the back of my hair, tugging at me as she shifts her hips, pushing herself against me. My cock is hard against my pants and as she drags her hot pussy over the bulge she freezes, like she just realized what kissing her has done to me.
Her eyes are on me as we pull our lips away. The smear of her lipstick making me almost feral.
I lean back in, kissing her again. Soft kisses, little teases just to remind her of what we could keep doing.
Until my mind reminds me we’re in a parking lot and I pull away to check in with her.
Ilaria is still pinned against the car as her eyes stay locked on mine, as if she doesn’t want to look away. Her fingers slip out of my hair as she seems conflicted and she’s locking herself away in that mind, locking me out and I’m angry all over again.
“At least our first kiss won’t be for our engagement pictures.” She tries to make a joke out of something that just happened that wasn’t funny and no part of me appreciates her humor. “Put me down, demon. We have to go home to get ready.”
Her command is simple and even though I don’t want to I listen to her because she called the penthouse home. And that might have been a slip up but it’s enough hope for me to listen to her.
Setting her back down as she tries to smooth out the dress, letting me open the door for her so she can slide inside the passenger seat of the car.
Her nipples are stiff peaks and I’m reminded of her on my bed this morning and my cock is leaking in my briefs. Hot drops of precum stain them as she clears her throat, averting her eyes from my crotch which is at her eye level.
She’s waiting for me to close the door to the car but part of me wants to yank my cock out and make her take care of the problem she started. Feel those lips that were just on mine wrapped around my cock. Smear her lipstick some more.
“It’s already 11:00 AM. We don’t have time.” And she’s right about that. Shocking me out of the fantasies that I was just having about her.
There is never time for the things we want to do.
The door slams as I release it, walking behind the car so I can shove my hands down my hands, gripping my cock as I rearrange it in my pants to relieve some of the pressure there. Taking a breath as I think about how she is going to be the death of me, I collect myself.
No one has ever affected me the way Ilaria does. And it’s been such a short period of time I know all I can do is fall even more.
12ILARIA
Well, I fucked up.
Kissing Dante in the parking lot had made me a mess.
The type of mess that was afraid to move too much because the spot between my legs was so sticky with the arousal that had surged there. His cock had been rocking against me and I could have cum from just his grinding.
And that fucking kiss.
The way his tongue had pressed against mine, sliding over it with the possessive dominance as if letting me know I was his. Making me feel like being his was the best thing in the world.
How I was so greedy, wanting to be his.
Fuck.
I take a breath as I look in the bathroom mirror at myself.
I need to finish getting ready before the photographer arrives. I know that having fantasies about my fiancée wasn’t helping me with my time at all.
“Dante!” I slip out of the bathroom, turning when he isn’t there in the bedroom, and throwing my hands up in annoyance. At least, he had gotten dressed since his clothes were missing.
My shoes hang off my fingers as I turn, seeing him in his office, a drink in his hand as he realizes I’m headed there. One hand is in his pocket his ever present rosary on his wrist hanging out as he turns, looking at me.
A curl of hair had fallen onto his forehead and I pause drinking in the sight of him.
He is in a black pair of pants, a white button up with a jacket over it, and the loafers I had bought him on the shopping spree earlier. I thought it would be a cute picture if we both had red bottoms on. His jacket is unbuttoned as well as the first few buttons of his shirt.
Fuck.
He is good looking in a way that is going to be trouble for me and my concentration.
“I need you to zipper my dress.” His eyebrow cocks at my words, the deep golden brown of his eyes locking me in place as I will myself to move closer.
Walking into the office, I turn my back to him, letting him pull my hair away from the back of my dress. It hangs over my shoulder as I feel the warmth of his body behind me. His fingers slide up my spine as Dante drags the zipper upward. My body trembling as I turn, meeting his eyes as he looks down at me with heat in his eyes.
Dante looked too serious and I wanted to make him smile for some reason.
But he didn’t give me the chance.
His hand slips around my neck, tilting my lips so they pressed against his and I was gone, forgetting myself as I lost myself in the sensation of kissing him.
His lips are warm against mine as he turns me, my ass hitting the desk and Dante pausing to lift me on the wood, his fingers digging into the back of my thighs as I whimper into his mouth.
The tug of his fingers in my hair that was hanging down as he fists it at the sides of my head. I know the lipstick I had applied was getting messed up as the feverish frenzy of his kiss dominates me.
