Chapter 34
Elena
Honestly, what kind of drugs was I on last night to be strong enough to say what I said in those mere moments?
I am not confident enough to spit fire at anyone, or rather do not have the guts. Yet last night I did not care what kind of words came out of my mouth and speaking my mind is a hella good feeling.
And I did not lie when I said I bought a new vibrator, my old one broke and quite honestly, it was an emergency kind of thing to bring it with me because no one can expect from me to be stuck with my hot stuff boss for two weeks and not get sexually frustrated or anything.
I listen to his heartbeat as it beats in a normal beat, my head is laying on his naked chest, drawing circles with the tip of my finger on him. We lay in the bed in complete silence, comfortable silence might I add.
While I draw circles on his chest, he runs the tip of his fingers along my naked arm, sending shivers all over me. Heat crawls up my cheeks when my eyes move places they maybe should not. For example, at his V-cut that arrows beneath the white sheet. I am fighting myself here not to continue what we started last night.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” His sleepy and deep voice breaks our comfortable silence and I feel myself melt into his arms when he presses a light kiss on the crown of my head.
“A second ago nothing,” I answered with all honesty, stopping my tracing on his sculpted body, and letting out a huff of air.
His chest vibrates as he chuckles and butterflies erupt in my stomach as I listen to his heartbeat increase. “And now?”
“How you kissed the crown of my head and I liked it?” I answer, although it sounded as if I was questioning my answer.
“Did you?” I can already imagine the cheeky grin he has on his face without having to look.
“Lie,” I start. “I loved it.” I admit truthfully. It is no use lying to him anymore when all of that happened. This time I did not question my answer.
“That’s more like it.” A smile spreads across my face at his words and my cheeks turn red. I bury my head into his chest to hide myself.
“You are so cocky,” I comment, my words coming out muffled.
“I get that a lot, especially from you.”
I get my head out of his warm chest and look up to him, laying my chin on top of the back of my hand on his chest. “Maybe because it is the truth.”
“Maybe,” he shrugs his shoulders. My heart beats out my ears as he does not say anything else and stares at me with a soft expression. My whole body tingles in anticipation.
My breath hitches for a short moment as he runs his free hand along my front strand of my hair before pinning them back to my ear. I slightly tilt my head to the side to my own accord and I hear him chuckle. “You have a hickey.”
“What!” My eyes widen as the words come out. “You’re kidding?”
His chest vibrates as he laughs at my reaction. I reach behind my ear where the supposed hickey is to hide and hiss at the throbbing sting.
That is definitely a hickey.
I slightly hit his chest when he did not stop laughing, and I argued with him with a smile on my face. “This isn’t funny. People can see this.”
“They should. At least they will know that you are off limits.”
“You are unbelievable.” I chuckle at his words and cannot believe he actually said them. He should know that I have been off the dating market since the club night. Which may sound weird but it makes perfect sense to me.
He always says how I belong to him and those words could not be truer. I believe I have been his since that night.
“I will never be able to cover this up.” I comment as I look at the purple red-ish spot on my neck through my phone camera.
I place my phone back on the nightstand. I huff when I look over my shoulder back at him.
Gabriel arches an eyebrow at me before he moves closer to me, wraps his arms around my mid waist and smudges kisses all over the left side of my face.
I giggle hard as he never stops his cute-aggressive kisses. His hold on me loosens up and before I can complain about that, he pins me to the mattress with his strong upper body, his lips crash on mine with a hungry kiss.
Softly yet also desperately, as if he wants to take his time. Desire curls through me as I dart my tongue out, his rich and bold taste invades my taste buds and I savour the taste of it in a slow rhythm. I pant into his mouth as our bodies move in sync with our lips.
His warm hands carry my hips, travelling higher as he pulls his shirt that I am wearing with him.
I grab his wrists and stop him just as he reaches the curves of my breasts and pull away from the kiss.
“We, we uhm,” I try to get the words out but it seems like the kiss has taken that ability away. “We should get ready because remember, we have a flight to catch to Rome.”
“I kind of want to stay here.”
“No, no, no. That is not an option. I want to see Rome.” I poke his chest with my index finger, whining as he is taking away my dream of being a girl in a lost city. Even though I am also a lost girl in London too because who the hell grows up their whole life in a city and still does not know how to get somewhere.
He arches an eyebrow before he caves in. Not like he has much of a choice. “Fine. I will go get us some breakfast and you just lay here and relax okay?” He traces the hair along my face before he pins them back and I nod with a smile.
He groans as he gets up from the bed and I shamefully check out his naked arse as he walks away.
With a huge grin and red cheek, I turn on the bed, words slip past my lips that I did not plan. “Thank you, askim .”
His footsteps stop on the wooden floor and the floorboards creak as he turns to me. “What did you call me?”
“Nothing,” I say, my voice soft.
“What language was that?” He ignores my answer or bypasses it.
“Turkish.”
“You speak Turkish?”
I nod shamefully, because how could the words ‘my love’ slip past so… easily.
“How many languages do you speak?”
His question catches me off guard because is he supposed to know that? I ignore the question in my head and turn back to him, leaning my head on my hand as my elbow supports it on the mattress.
“Four,” I answered proudly. “English, Portuguese, Turkish and French. Although I doubt that any of those will be helpful here in Italy.”
“That is why we have me, my love.” He walks closer to me and hovers over my head. He leans in and I may have skipped a few heartbeats at his movements because first he is still naked and second, damn does he have a darn good-looking arse.
“You speak Italian?” I ask, my breath ghosts over his lips.
He hums in response before he kisses me again, wrapping his large warm hand on my nape.
I smile into the kiss before I push him away. “Go! Or else we will never make it on time for our flight.”
“It is a private jet. We can leave whenever we want.” He argues and I cannot any longer ignore the growl in my stomach.
“Just go, I am hungry!” I laugh as he gives me a last kiss on my right cheek before he disappears into the walk-in closet.
After a disappointing first relationship I didn't expect to find something that genuine and happy so fast but I am glad I did.
And I will make it my mission to cherish every happy moment I will have with Gabriel because who knows how long that will last. I am an unlucky girl so I am certain this happiness that I feel will soon fade into a feeling of nothing.
It’s always like that.