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When the bath was ready, and steam was rising from the surface, I stripped out of my clothes and tentatively slipped my foot in. The water was perfect, warm and soapy, and I carefully climbed in, luxuriating in every step. I tied my hair up with the hair tie I always kept around my wrist and sunk down until the only thing sticking out was my head. It was perfect.
The heat from the water invaded my senses and my entire body relaxed. I felt like Jell-O, all squishy and boneless. My heavy eyelids closed, and I could feel myself sinking deeper into the relaxation. I’d long forgotten about my coffee when I heard the door open.
“You can just leave the tray in my bedroom,” I called out to the maid, but I didn’t hear her leave.
When I opened my eyes, Giovani was standing in the doorway, eyeing me curiously.
*Olivia*
My heart pounded in my chest wildly, and my throat went dry. He was standing there in front of me, jaw slack, and I was in the bathtub, completely naked, covered only by a few bubbles. He said nothing, and I said nothing, unable to form a coherent sentence.
His eyes raked over my body, and I felt a heat that had nothing to do with the water. His lips turned into a small smile before he quickly turned away, apologizing profusely.
“I’m so sorry, Olivia,” he said to the wall. “I was coming to check on you when I ran into Sarafina and saw she’d brought you food. I tried to knock, but you didn’t answer. I thought something had happened.”
I sprang into action, grabbing the towel I’d hung up by the tub and standing up, trying for a little decency at least. I was dripping wet, water droplets falling on the floor as I quickly wrapped the towel around myself, but I didn’t miss the sideways glance Giovani shot me before I could fully cover myself.
He turned around, tray in hand, and I watched as he carefully placed the tray on a small table set up for toiletries. I carefully stepped out of the tub, but not carefully enough apparently because my foot slipped, and I dropped my towel in an effort to catch my balance.
Before I realized what was happening, Giovani had come to me, grabbing me by the bare waist. His eyes were wide, like he was worried I’d break. Under his touch, I probably would. I was so conscious of his hands on my hips and the fact that I was standing mere inches from him, completely nude.
The place where his skin met mine felt like electricity shooting through my whole body. It reminded me of my dream, and my breath became shallow, remembering the way he’d touched me in my dreams. The reality was better, but this was completely innocent. He’d just been trying to keep me from falling.
“Uhm,” I stuttered out. “Thank you for helping me. I’m okay, really.”
He stared down at me, not letting go of my waist. I looked into his eyes and realized it wasn’t just concern for my safety. There was a fire in his eyes that told me he wanted to do much more than keep me upright.
I licked my lips slowly, and watched his eyes dart down to watch. He swallowed hard before leaning down and covering my lips with his own. His hands let go of my waist, only so they could wrap around it and pull me closer to him.
Was this really happening? I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t another really good dream, but the heat of his body and the hardness I felt against me was enough to convince me. As real as my dream had felt, it didn’t compare to the way his skin felt against mine, his arms cradled around my waist.
And I couldn’t have imagined the pressure I felt as our bodies intertwined. My hands reached around his neck, my hands traveling into his hair. It was soft to the touch, like silk. His curls gave me something to hold onto, and I grabbed tightly, eliciting a groan from him.
His tongue slid along my bottom lip, expertly tracing its curve. My mouth opened for him in a sigh, ready to know his exquisite taste. He didn’t taste like honey like he had in my dream. His mouth was smokey, like he’s just finished an expensive cigar. I wanted to inhale him, for our breath to intertwine and become one.
We stood there for a long time, exploring one another, testing each other. It was like a game of cat and mouse, where his tongue was the cat, and mine was the mouse, chasing, teasing, twisting up in all sorts of trouble. I wanted all his trouble. I wanted him to show me everything, to corrupt me thoroughly.
Like my dream, I could feel wetness growing between my legs, and I needed the friction of him. As much as I pressed my hips against his, it wasn’t enough to satisfy the craving that had been building inside of me since the moment he’d touched me. A strange thought occurred, and I carefully maneuvered one of my legs to wrap around his waist, the other straining on the ground on tiptoes.
The position was better, the friction where I needed it, but it was not enough. I gasped against him, and felt his hands move down my ass and cup the other leg, pulling it up against him so that I was fully wrapped around him, and he was supporting all my weight.
Underneath me, I could feel his hardness rubbing up against my bare flesh through his pants, and I ground into him, the feeling magical, releasing some primal need in me. He moaned into my mouth, holding me tightly as he began moving, carrying me into the bedroom. With my entire front pressed against him, I felt alive, set on fire by his touch in the best possible way.
I could feel him against every inch of me, and I could feel every inch of his manhood, and I wanted him more than I could ever possibly imagine. I wanted him to strip down to nothing and enter me.
But as good as my dream had been, reality came crashing down on me, reminding me I had no fucking clue what I was doing. All I knew was that it would hurt my first time, and I would feel vulnerable and emotional afterward.
I wasn’t sure that was something I wanted to experience with him right this moment. I’d known him for the entirety of seventy-two hours, and I couldn’t say for sure that I was ready to give myself away so easily. It killed me to think that, but as much as I wanted this, I had to press pause before it went too far.
And it was going too far at breakneck speed. We were in the bedroom, just inches from the bed, and then he was setting me down, hovering over me. He pulled away briefly, perhaps to get a condom from his wallet, or maybe just to readjust himself, but it was the moment I needed to get my head on straight and remember where I was.
Dahlia’s room was just a few feet away. This was her family’s home. Besides my fears about sex, this could potentially ruin our friendship forever. She meant too much to me for that to happen, especially if this was just a lust-filled fling, a one-night stand.
“We can’t do this,” I breathed out quickly, letting the words fall off my tongue before I could second-guess myself.
His guard went up immediately, the lust in his eyes replaced by a dead, cold look. He wasn’t angry, exactly. He looked more cautious than anything. He took a step back from me, and I quickly pulled the sheets around me, covering myself against his scrutiny. How ironic that just an hour ago I’d been tangled up in these sheets, imagining a similar moment.
“I’m so sorry, beautiful Olivia,” he said sadly. “I forget myself around you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
He took all the blame for this as if I hadn’t been a willing participant. I shouldn’t have done it either, as much as I desperately had wanted to. But this was much worse. He looked at me as if he were sorry he’d ever touched me, which hadn’t been my intention at all. I didn’t want him to regret it.
“Please let me know if there’s anything I can get for you,” he told me, making for the door. When he reached the frame, he turned back to look over your shoulder. “This is your home now. I want you to feel comfortable.”
His voice was sweet and sorrowful, and I understood what he meant. He thought he’d made me uncomfortable, which was so not the case. Well, I was a little uncomfortable, but that had more to do with my unquenched need for him. Why couldn’t I have said something wiser or more mature, to make him see that I wasn’t ready?
Part of me knew it was because I was afraid he wouldn’t want me if he knew how inexperienced I was. Another part of me felt guilty for betraying my best friend. She would be so mad if she knew what had taken place. After everything we’d been through together, I wasn’t willing to give her up for some guy, some man–a very attractive man who kissed like a professional.
I shook my head and pulled my knees to my chest. I dropped my head and groaned in frustration. Now that Giovani was gone, I felt the loss of him. If I hadn’t made him stop, he’d probably be inside of me, possessing me physically and mentally. Afterward, I’d eat the food he brought me, and we would talk more about our lives.
I felt like a fucking idiot. Everything was ruined.
*Giovani*
I practically ran across the villa to my private offices, slamming the door behind me. The strength it had taken to pull myself away from Olivia was more than I ever would have imagined I possessed. She was naked, pressed against me, moaning as I touched her.
The memory of her skin burned in my brain, her young flesh eager against mine. I could still hear the way her breath caught and the sound of her pleasure.
And then she’d frozen on me.
I looked down at the tent I was still pitching and groaned in frustration. It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone, and maybe it was foolish to go after a woman so much younger. It would make more sense to go to a club and bring someone home to release my frustration.
Yet, I was bound to this girl, unable to think of anyone else but her. How had my life changed so drastically in just a matter of a few days? I craved her flesh, ached for it, even though she was too young and immature for me.
But she hadn’t seemed young or immature when we spoke last night. She was insightful and bright, funny and charming. She answered every question with grace and didn’t mind me prying into her past. She wanted to know everything about life here, to get a crash course on Italian living. And she clearly wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Until she didn’t.
Porca puttana, damnit all. I could still smell her skin, the taste of her tongue still swirling around my mouth. Who was this girl to take such a hold of me and make me lose my mind in my own goddamn house? The only thing to do was put as much distance between us as I possibly could. Even if it killed me to do it.
I walked over to my mini bar, pulling out a fine bottle of whiskey. It was aged well, made at a famous distillery in Ireland. I usually saved it for special occasions, but fottimi if I didn’t need the smooth liquor to dull my brain at that moment. Fuck me hard.
I sat down in my chair and leaned back slightly, letting the warm liquid make its way into my system. My body relaxed, and I closed my eyes, trying to picture anything but the image of Olivia naked and under me.
As much as I’d been fantasizing that moment since I’d laid eyes on her, I still couldn’t believe it had actually happened. It couldn’t be the last time. It couldn’t end that way. One way or another, I was determined to make her mine, even if it took time. Screw space. I would invade her senses the way she’d invaded mine until she was begging me to take her to bed.
With that settled, I finished my drink and turned on my computer, needing to catch up on some work so today didn’t become a total fucking waste. Three sharp raps at the door alerted me of the presence of my right-hand man, Gabriele. It was his signature knock; I knew it by heart. I called for him to enter.
Gabriele was a few years younger than me, a formerly scrappy thief from the streets of Paris. He was skilled, able to talk a fish into buying waterfront property, and once I met him and helped hone his gifts, he became my most trusted colleague.
As he entered my office, I saw his face was grim. Whatever he’d come to tell me, it wasn’t good news, and he didn’t want to deliver it.
“Gabriele, you look like your younger sister has stolen your spaghetti.”
“I do not enjoy spaghetti, and you know this,” he answered with a smirk. He crossed the room in his easy lope and slumped down in one of the armchairs. “And I’m sorry to say that my sister is long dead. You’re a very inconsiderate man.”
