Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Dinner is ready,” I announced as I returned to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of her favorite wine. She was just taking a seat when I walked awkwardly to the table and put the bottle and a glass in front of her. Every step pressed my big dick against my zipper, eating into the skin.
“I need to make a call, then I’m going to get ready to turn in,” I muttered as I quickly turned around so she wouldn’t see the giant bulge in my pants.
“You made dinner, but you're not going to eat with me?” She sounded annoyed but couldn’t completely disguise the hurt in her voice.
I felt like a fucking asshole, but I knew my limits, and at that moment, I needed a frigid shower before I did something very, very stupid.
“Not hungry,” I rumbled as I stalked toward my room.
The icy spray of my shower only minorly helped my dick calm down because I couldn’t stop seeing Gabriella in my shirt, knowing her breasts were naked underneath. Or thinking about how easy it would be to pull those tiny shorts aside and feast on her pussy.
I was shivering from the cold when I finally shut off the water and stepped onto the mat. Looking around, I frowned when I didn’t see my towel. Gabriella’s was hanging next to the shower, but the hook beside it was empty. Had she used my towel after her bath? I opened the cupboard under the sink where she kept the extras, but I didn’t find anything there, leaving me only one choice. To use hers. The little minx.
Clearly, she was determined to kill me.
I held my breath as I quickly dried off, but after hanging the towel back up, I smelled like honeysuckle and jasmine. Shaking my head, I curved my lips up into a small smile. Gabriella had stepped up her game, and despite how pissed I was about her efforts to make me break my vow of loyalty to her brother, I couldn’t help being a little impressed.
When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I tossed my dirty clothes onto my bed before wandering out into the living room. Gabriella was curled up on the couch with her e-reader and completely ignored me. After the way I’d practically run away from her earlier, I couldn’t blame her.
Without a word, I went to the kitchen, intending to do the dishes, but found it spotless.
“You didn’t have to clean up my mess,” I murmured as I walked over to the couch and took a seat on the opposite end, turned slightly sideways so I was facing her.
She shrugged without looking up. “You cooked and didn’t eat, so I cleaned.”
“Sole,” I sighed. “Don’t pout.”
That got her attention, and her head whipped up, glaring at me with furious chocolate-brown orbs.
I’d have piqued her temper a little more often if it weren't such a detriment to my self-control. She was absolutely gorgeous when she was all riled up and filled with fire.
“Pout? I’m not a child, Mico. I’m a grown-ass woman.”
My hands clenched into fists, and I crossed my arms over my chest to hide the reaction. “I fucking know that, Gabriella,” I seethed, my composure cracking just a little. “It’s unfair how much you’ve grown. It makes things…complicated.”
Shut up, De Angelis. Don’t fucking go there.
“Complicated?” she repeated with incredulity as she jumped to her feet and tossed her e-reader on the cushion she’d vacated. She stalked over to stand in front of me, planting her fists on her hips. “It seems simple enough to me. Stop looking at me as Rafa’s little sister, or your protectee, or any other label you’re using to obscure your view. Open your eyes and see me.”
I pushed to my feet and grabbed hold of her shoulders to keep her from moving when I bent low enough that our faces were barely an inch apart.
“It’s not that I don’t see you, sole,” I snarled angrily. “It’s that I’m not supposed to.” Dropping my head the rest of the way, I brushed my lips against hers when I growled, “But it doesn’t matter how wrong it is—I still want you.”
My mouth crushed over hers as I lifted Gabriella and pressed her body to mine. Her legs curled around my hips, and her hands fisted in my shirt on both sides. Releasing her shoulders, I palmed her face and tilted her head back so her lips naturally parted. I licked them gently before plunging my tongue into her hot, wet mouth.
My feet started moving while I explored her mouth and glided along her tongue. When her back hit the wall, I punched my hips forward to hold her in place and groaned as I slapped a hand on either side of her head.
Gabriella moaned and rubbed her tits restlessly against my chest as she tentatively returned the kiss. I shifted to make sure she was secure and made a guttural sound of pure want as I moved my hands to the bottom of her shirt. They slid up underneath until I filled each of them with a large, round globe. Her tits practically spilled out of my hands, and my mouth tingled at the thought of wrapping my lips around their stiff peaks.