Chapter 23
Laurie
After everyone has eaten and we’re sitting around a bonfire the men lit, various conversations fill the air.
I have not been able to stop thinking about Adriano saying he loves me.
My stomach flutters every time I look at him, and whenever his eyes catch mine, the butterflies go crazy.
“Oh yes!” Yuki says. “We need to take you to Yukhaejang. Skylar owns it.” When I frown, she quickly explains. “Georgi’s mom. She’s a chef.”
“I’d love to go out for lunch with you,” I reply, feeling much better than when I first met Yuki and Nina.
They have been so friendly and gone out of their way to befriend me.
“And La Torrisi,” Nina says. “The food is just as good there. It’s Georgi’s restaurant.”
An arm wraps around the front of my neck, then Adriano says, “Those restaurants are for dinner. Go to Piccola Sicilia for lunch.
“Who owns that one?” Nina asks.
“It’s mine,” he replies before pressing a kiss to the top of my head and walking to where Tori and Valentina are placing dessert on the table.
“Aunt Tori, did you make your famous cannolis?” Augusto asks.
“I sure did.”
The next second, everyone rushes toward the table to grab one while Adriano escapes with two, bringing one to me while he eats the other.
“Thank you.” I smile at him as he sits down, and when I sink my teeth into the pastry and the creamy sweetness hits my tongue, I moan.
Heat ignites in Adriano’s dark gaze as he stares at my mouth, and seeing the desire on his face makes my abdomen clench hard.
Sweet Jesus. He can’t look at me like that while we’re surrounded by family and friends.
I take another bite while glancing at the bonfire that’s still going strong, but feeling his eyes burning on me, I can’t keep from looking at him again.
“Eat faster.” His voice is nothing but a low growl, making arousal pool between my thighs.
Shit. Am I ready?
Little too late to ask that question now! You gave him a blow job last week, remember?
I only take one more bite before handing the rest to him. He eats the whole piece in one go, then leans forward and swipes his thumb over the corner of my mouth, before sucking the creamy filling off.
I find it so hot my breathing begins to speed up.
“We’re heading home,” Remo says. “Giana will be dropping off the kids in an hour.”
“Us as well,” Nina mentions. “Raya was kind enough to babysit for us.”
Everyone gets up to say goodbye, and when Nina and Yuki each give me a hug, I really hope I get to hangout with them soon. We exchanged phone numbers earlier, so we’ll see what happens.
“We’ll call you for lunch,” Yuki says.
“I’d love that.”
One by one, the couples leave, then Adriano takes my hand. “Thanks for today, guys.”
“It was our pleasure.” Tori grins happily, then Angelo tugs her onto his lap and says, “Have a good night.”
Adriano links our fingers as we walk toward the path, and I glance at all the garden lights and how magical everything looks while trying not to obsess over whether we’re going to have sex tonight.
“What are you thinking?” He asks when we walk past the pool.
“Ah… Just about how nice everyone is.”
“It looks like you get along with Yuki and Nina,” he mentions.
“I like them a lot. They said they’ll call to make plans for lunch.”
“That’s good to hear.” Adriano shuts the glass doors after we enter the house, and I begin to feel more nervous.
I rub my hands up and down my arms, then turning around, I walk toward the staircase. Hearing him behind me, it feels like he’s about to pounce at any moment, making shivers rush down my spine while my heartbeat speeds up and my stomach does crazy cartwheels.
Breathe. Just breathe.
When we enter our bedroom, I walk to the closet and ask, “Do you want to shower?”
“Sure.” Tingles rush through me from how low and deep his voice is.
I grab my usual pajamas, but Adriano’s chest presses into my back and his hand settles over mine. Lowering his head until I feel his breath ghost over my ear, his voice is pure sex. “No clothes. Not tonight.”
Sweet Jesus.
My abdomen tightens, and goosebumps erupt on my skin. Licking my lips nervously, I whisper, “Okay.”
Stepping out from between his body and the shelves, I walk to the bathroom, and shutting the door, I suck in deep breaths.
God, I have to shave!
I dart forward to switch on the faucets, and while the water warms, I quickly brush my teeth and tie my hair up so it won’t get wet.
Even though I hurry, I wash myself twice and make sure I shave everywhere. After I shut the faucets again, and I’m busy drying my body, my eyebrows lift as I realize something.
Do I walk out naked?
I shake my head, and grabbing my lotion, I put some on before I wrap a dry towel around my chest, tucking one corner into the top so it won’t come loose.
Taking a deep breath, I untie my hair and pull my brush through the strands.
Nervousness blends with anticipation, and stopping in front of the door, I suck in another deep breath before I open it.
Adriano looks up from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and as his eyes slowly move over me, he rises to his feet.
Walking closer, I swallow hard on my nerves, my stomach a tense ball.
He grips my hip and presses a kiss to my shoulder, but then, without saying anything, he heads into the bathroom, leaving the door open.
Turning around, I watch as he unbuttons his shirt.
Does he want me to watch him?
Don’t mind if I do.
I try to act casual and lean my shoulder against the doorjamb, and as he shrugs the charcoal shirt off, I drink in the sight of the black ink all over his olive-toned skin.
“Do the tattoos mean anything?” I ask.
He nods and brushes his fingers over the devil. “This is for my father.” When he caresses the deer, my lips curve up. “And this one represents my mother. He always calls her his little deer.”
While he unbuckles his belt, he says, “The crows represent the five families.
As he pulls down his zipper, I ask, “And the skull and word on your left hand?”
“Again, the skull is for my father and the star for my godfather. I only kneel to them.”
I thought it meant others have to kneel to him, but I like his meaning a lot more.
He takes off his shoes and socks before shoving his pants and boxers down his legs. When he straightens up, I lose my ability to breathe.
Adriano naked is… HOLY SHIT.
He’s pure muscle, and seeing his manhood in all its glory as it lies against his thigh makes me wonder how the hell I managed to give him a blow job.
He’s not even hard yet!
Opening the faucets, he doesn’t check the water’s temperature and just steps under the spray. Through the half-fogged glass, I can make out the hard outline of his body as he washes himself, the sight downright erotic.
Heat pools between my legs as I get totally lost in staring at him, and through the streaks left by droplets running down the glass, I get clear glimpses of him.
I’m ripped out of my trance when Adriano shuts the faucets, and spinning around, I stare at the bed where I’m about to have sex with him for the first time.
Be cool. The worst that can happen is he climbs on top of you, comes, and it’s over.
I almost let out a snort.
No, that’s every other man perhaps, but not Adriano. His kisses alone should tell you you’re in for a religious experience.
What if I’m crap?
I press my hand to my spinning stomach as I listen to him brush his teeth and move around in the bathroom. Suddenly all the sounds stop, and shivers rush over my skin as my body fills with anticipation.
When his fingers touch my shoulder blade, I jerk because I didn’t hear him come closer.
His tone is deep and intimate as he asks, “You okay?”
“Just nervous as hell, very excited, and a tad worried I’ll suck at it,” I blurt everything out to him before snapping my mouth shut.
No, you didn’t!
Trailing his fingertips across my shoulders and neck, he moves to stand in front of me. His eyes are almost black and so intense, my heart skips a beat at the sight.
“Nothing to be nervous about, and there is no fucking way you can suck at this.” Now there’s a slight growl in his voice, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin. “Are you ready for me?”
Jesus, I hope so.
The word cracks a little as it leaves me. “Yes.”
Adriano continues to trail his fingertips down to my cleavage, and tugging at the towel, it comes undone and falls around my feet.
He takes two steps back, then his brows knit tightly while his gaze drags over every inch of me, something raw flashing across his face.
“Christ,” he whispers, sounding completely awe-struck. “Look at you.” His eyes flick to mine, and when I see the amazement in them, I begin to feel a little emotional. “You are so fucking exquisite, Laurie. I’m so lucky that you’re mine.”
Stepping forward, he brushes his knuckles over my nipple and watches as it stiffens. The slight touch sends sparks shooting through my body and my core clenches with need.
I know the moment there’s roughly nine inches between us because his erection brushes against my abdomen.
Our eyes meet again, and a heartbeat passes before we both move at the same time. Pressing my hands to his chest, I tip my face up, and when his mouth takes mine, it feels like fireworks explode through my entire body, giving me a rush.
Adriano’s tongue sweeps into my mouth in such a hot way, I moan while dragging my fingers down to his abs, drinking in the feel of his hard muscles.
All the nerves I was feeling vanish, and my anticipation skyrockets.
Locking an arm around my middle, he moves fast, and the next instant my back hits the bed and my butt is dragged to the edge. Adriano goes down on his knees, hauling my legs over his shoulders, and knowing what’s about to happen, I tense up.
Austin only did it once and absolutely hated it, making a scene of brushing his teeth. I almost died of mortification that day.
“Wait!” I sit up and shake my head. “We can skip that.”
Adriano’s eyes narrow as he stares up at me. “Why?”
“It’s… just skip it.” I begin to scoot away, but Adriano yanks me back toward him. My cheeks flame up as I admit, “It’s gross.”
“For you? Don’t you like it?”
“Ugh… please. This conversation is killing me.”
“Answer me, Laurie,” he demands, his tone turning dark.
“I only had it done once and the guy freaked out, so I’d rather avoid a repetition of that.”
The next second, my butt is lifted into the air, and as I fall onto my back, Adriano licks me from opening to clit. The groan rumbling from his chest is filled with so much satisfaction, my eyebrows fly up.
He likes it?
I push up on my elbows, and when I look down at where he licks me again, our eyes lock.
With a ravenous expression, he begins sucking and fucking me with his tongue in a way that has all my thoughts stopping dead as a lust-induced trance falls over me.
Oh God. So, so good.
At some point, I grab hold of his hair, every muscle in my body tensing, and when he pushes his finger inside me while sucking me just right, I tip over the edge.
My head falls back, my breaths bursting over my lips as pleasure rockets through my abdomen and core. I clench around his finger, my moans way too loud.
Adriano climbs to his feet, and scooping me into his arms, he moves us up the bed before lying down, his body partially covering my left side.
Uh… wow.
I suck in a couple of breaths, and before I can ask whether it was okay for him, he says, “You taste fucking addictive, mia piccola farfalla.” His fingers brush down the side of my neck, and when he reaches my right breast, he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
Tugging at me with his teeth, he lifts his head again and growls, “I’m going to lick and suck every fucking inch of your perfect body. ”
It feels so good as his body covers mine, his skin much warmer.
While he feasts on my breasts, my fingers get lost in his hair. His palms rove up and down my hips and sides, then suddenly he claims my mouth in an intense kiss that steals the air from my lungs.
Adriano makes me feel so incredibly wanted and loved, emotion wells in my chest and stings the backs of my eyes.