11. Chapter 11
Giselle
A s if he could read my thoughts, he crashes his lips into mine.
I’m so stunned that I’m frozen for a brief moment before sinking into the kiss. His large hands hold my head, his fingers sliding into my hair and causing me to groan against his mouth. He takes it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss and pull on my lower lip. He’s like a man possessed as he consumes me. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this.
I go to wrap my arms around his waist and realize I’m still holding my wine. Reluctantly, I break away from him, our chests both heaving, so I can set the glass down.
“Giselle… I’m sorry if that was too much, I…”
“Don’t be,” I say, cutting him off quickly and practically jumping into his arms. I seal my lips to his again, and this time he’s the one groaning as my legs wrap around his waist. And, oh my god, I can feel his hard length pressed against my core. I feel myself getting wetter by the second. Our tongues dance together as he walks us out of the kitchen and into the hallway. Loys pushes me up against the wall and keeps a hold of one of my thighs with one hand, while the other wraps around the back of my head, deepening our kiss once again.
My whole body is on fire for this man and somewhere in the back of my mind I know this is a bad idea, but how can it be when it feels this good? I can’t help but rock against him, finding a delicious friction.
“Damn, you are so perfect,” he says as he bites my earlobe and then kisses his way down my neck. I arch into him, loving the feel of his full lips against my skin. He gets to my collarbone and drags his bottom lip back up the column of my neck, goosebumps erupting on my skin. His lips find mine again, and I can’t help but bite and suck on his bottom lip. God, it all feels so good. I can feel my desire ramping up as my clit continues to grind against his jeans.
“Loys,” I moan, not being able to stop myself. I think I’m close to coming, I’m so impossibly turned on.
“What do you need, sunshine?” his deep voice whispers in my ear.
“I…” I’m so lost in him, I can barely form words. He trails his knuckles down my face, slowly along my neck, and then lower, tracing my breast and then ever so lightly over my hard nipple. The featherlight touch has me yearning for more. “Yessss,” I moan, arching into him. He does the same to the other one, and I feel like a cannon about to go off. I don't even know how he’s still holding me up at this point, but I don’t care as long as he doesn’t stop.
And then his phone rings.
At first he ignores it, and keeps kissing and caressing me, but it keeps ringing.
“Maybe you should answer it?”
“I really don’t want to.” I can’t help but giggle, and his lips pull up into the sexiest smile.
“It’s okay, really. I’d hate for it to be an emergency or something. We can, um, resume this later?”
He groans in frustration and rests his forehead against mine for a moment, before slowly lowering me to the ground. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he looks at who’s called.
“It’s my boss. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
“No worries. I’m just going to go take a quick shower while you take your call.” I want to give him privacy to talk business, and I could definitely use some time to cool off a bit after all of that.
“Thank you,” he says, kissing me on the cheek and walking back into the kitchen.
I head into the bathroom as I hear him say “ciao” and start a conversation in what I think is Italian. While waiting for the shower to warm up, I sit on the edge of the tub and take a moment to collect my thoughts. While that was the hottest thing I’ve experienced in a long time—if not ever—now that I’m not caught up in the moment, all my hesitations come rushing back in.
Yes, Loys and I have an undeniable chemistry, but he’s only here for a few weeks. I’m not sure it’s wise to start something that can’t continue. Not to mention the fact that if it doesn’t end well, he’s to be my dad’s business partner and that could lead to a lifetime of awkwardness for all of us.
But how can I possibly ignore this thing between us?
As I get in the shower, I try to figure out where to go from here. Do I say to hell with it and just enjoy it for what it is? I just need to figure out how to not let my heart get caught up in it. I’m sure that is all Loys is looking for anyway. He couldn’t possibly want anything more.
After my shower, I can hear Loys still talking, so I head to my room to change into my normal house outfit—yoga pants and a cropped long sleeve tee. I leave my bedroom door open so he knows where to find me, and decide to pass the time by reading the romance novel on my nightstand. But even as I’m reading, my thoughts keep drifting to Loys and how incredible it felt to be in his arms. I truly don’t think I could go back to just being friends or business acquaintances. For once, I want to be like all the romance heroines I read: bold and brazen. I’m going to let myself enjoy this, enjoy Loys… even if I only have him for a little while.