Why am I so awkward?
I bite my lip as I feel the blood drain from my face.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers.
My eyes meet his, how does he know?
“Your hand is shaking,” he replies as if reading my mind.
“Oh.” God, I inwardly kick myself. “Sorry.”
Giuliano smiles over at me and I feel my cheeks heat, he’s just so….
“You know—” he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear, “—I remembered that you were good looking. But I didn’t realize you were this beautiful.”
Same.
I stay silent, unsure what to say. We stare at each other for a moment and there’s this otherworldly energy between us. It’s like he’s magic or something, every cell in my body is drawn to him.
“Where’s my Francesca that talks my ear off every night?” he asks.
I break into an embarrassed smile. “Not feeling so brave now, I’m afraid.”
“It’s only me,” he whispers.
My heart swells, only him is incredible.
He goes to lift my hand above the table and I push it against him. “Someone will see us.”
He twists his lips, unimpressed.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that….”
“I get it.” He cuts me off.
Damn, I’ve ruined it already.
“Come find me,” he whispers.
“Huh?”
He gets out of his chair and walks over to the rear of the library and goes up the spiral staircase that leads to the upper level. I watch him disappear up the stairs with my heart in my throat and I know that I have two options.
Follow him, or stop seeing him altogether, because this is ridiculous. I can’t ask him to meet me and then play hard to get. I look over to Anna, she gives me her best evil eye and points to the stairs. “Go,” she mouths across the room.
Crap.
She thinks I should go too.
Okay, you can do this.
With my heart hammering so hard in my chest that I can hear it, I wait a few minutes and after looking left and right, I slowly make my way up the winding stairs. Every step, I feel a little more nervous. A little closer to being caught.
I arrive at the top floor, shelving and books are everywhere, there are tables and chairs and lounges, much similar to downstairs only a little darker, the lighting is dimmer. It’s deserted and actually quite nice, it feels cozy and intimate. I’ve never been up here before.
Maybe we should sit up here next time.
Next time.
If you fuck this up, Francesca, there won’t be a next time.
My eyes roam through the shelves and around the level, I can’t see him. I walk to the front windows and peer out onto the street below, Antonio’s car is just out of sight.
Damn it.
Making my way through the shelving, I arrive in a back corner and then I feel my hair being swept to the side from behind, I stop still and feel his breath on my neck.
“Cheska,” he whispers.
I close my eyes and his lips dust my ear, goose bumps scatter all over my skin.
“We’re finally alone, baby.”
I force myself to turn and he smiles down at me, his eyes are big and brown, his jaw is square, and he is undoubtedly the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen, my heart stops.
Oh….
“It’s your turn to kiss me this time,” he breathes.
I don’t even know what I’m doing.
“Remember how I taught you?”
Not really.
He takes my hands in his and leans in, we stand cheek to cheek.
“Do you even want to?” he asks.
I nod, and before he can reply I stand up on my toes and kiss his lips, he smiles against me. “That’s it.” I take his face in my hands as my lips linger over his.
His hands slide down to my waist and we kiss again, longer this time.
With a little suction…and so much want.
His tongue slowly slides into my parted lips, and I smile against him. “You like that, angel?”
I nod shyly.
“Do you like this?” He kisses me deeper, my eyes close as his tongue dances seductively against mine, it does things to me as I begin to feel my pulse between my legs.
My hands slide up over his muscular back and shoulders as we really kiss and damn my security guards. This is worth the risk of being caught, I don’t even care anymore.
I don’t want to be the little girl my family demands of me anymore.
I want to be a woman for him.
Suddenly, I’m desperate, I push him up against the wall and kiss him harder.
“Fuck yeah.” He smiles against me and I can feel his erection as it pushes up against my stomach.
Euphoria runs through me, excited that he’s excited. I love the feel of his hardened body up against mine, I love that I’ve done this to him. I slide my hand down over it in his jeans, I can feel the outline, it’s big.
I want to know more.
Our kiss turns frantic, it’s like our lives depend on it, because at this moment this is all we have.
We stumble to the side and he pulls back, panting. And if I’m not mistaken, shocked.
“What are you doing?” he whispers.
“Kissing my boyfriend, what does it look like?”
“You want…. You…. Want.” He swallows a lump in his throat as he trips over his words. “You want me to be your boyfriend?”
Oh crap, now I’ve done it. What did I say that for?
Unable to stop myself, I nod as I rub my hand up over his dick. Who even am I? He’s turned me into a sex-starved animal.
“Jesus, Chesk,” he whispers.
“Yes. Or no?”
He takes my face in his hands and stares down at me. “Then it’s a fucking yes.”
We kiss as we smile against each other, and he looks around and then takes my hand and pulls me into the bathroom.
He locks the door behind us and suddenly in the small space the air between us crackles. There’s a bench seat he sits down on and straddles my legs over him.
We stare at each other as our most private parts touch.
“Teach me more,” I whisper.
He looks up at me in awe and slides his hand up under my dress and grabs my behind, he begins to rock me over his dick.
Back and forth. Back and forth…and the feeling begins to grow between us.
Closeness, tenderness, but more than anything.
Desire.
Then he slides his finger under the leg of my panties, we stare at each other as his fingers explore me there.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs.
Oh no.
“Is that bad?” I whisper.
He smiles, amused by my innocence. “No, baby. That’s good.” His lips softly take mine as his finger slowly slides inside of me and I whimper into his mouth.
“Oh….”
He begins to slowly work me and I shudder as I hold my breath.
For the love of all things holy….
I see stars.
He puts his lips to my ear. “You’re not as innocent as you make out.” He bites my neck and I smile bashfully, maybe he’s right? I sure don’t feel innocent right at this moment.
“Only for you.”
He pumps me hard as if losing control. “That’s right, only for me.”
Knock, knock, sounds abruptly on the door. “Francesca,” the voice snaps.