Page 41 of Caesar DeLuca
“Caesar,” she whispers with a shake of her head, “you’re telling me what I want to hear?—”
“I’m telling you like it is. Like I always do. I told you I’m honest to a fault, didn’t I?”
“But you’re still being nice?—”
“Nice is how you describe the fucking weather on a spring afternoon. I can assure you, Ariana, I am many things, and nice is not one of them. But turned on by the beautiful woman in front of me? You’re damn straight.”
If she could implode, she would. The revelation may be too much to process after several glasses of wine.
Wine.
She’s drunk.
My eyes clench shut at the reminder. I shift my hand from where it’s situated on her bare thigh. “We’ve gotten off topic. You’re supposed to be sleeping off that wine.”
“You came to my room.” She raises a sassy brow that makes me want to grin and scowl at the same time.
But she’s got a point—I did come to her room. I invited myself inside, then found my way onto her bed.
“I came to your room to check on you. You had too much wine, remember?”
“You gave it to me.”
“Is that what happened?”
“Yes,” she slurs. “You opened the bottle.”
I laugh, my fingers stroking her curly head as I stand up. “You are a sassy drunk, Ariana. I must say, I’m surprised. Time for bed, or do you got more to say on that too?”
“You can’t leave me.”
“Says who?”
“Me. Please.”
The woman stretches out on the bed before me, her expression full and pouty. So many curves, so much to grab onto.
My restraint wears thin as I can’t help the dirty thoughts. Visions of us fucking appear before my eyes. Me all over her like I would be. Greedy hands gripping the soft flesh of every curve she has. I’d have her stretched out just like this, writhing in pleasure.
A feral need inside me only intensifies.
I bite down hard on my jaw and swallow against the lust rising up. “Ariana, trust me when I say you want me to go. You can’t handle what I’d do to you.”
“Hmmm…” she hums drunkenly. “Is that your way of telling me you know how to please? What if I want to find out?”
“Lay down. Go to sleep.”
“Sit down and stay with me.”
“Ariana…” But as her name slips past my lips and I give her a stern glare, I realize I can’t turn this woman down.
Even if it’s a disaster that I’m in her room, blinded by my attraction for her. Even if I should get the fuck out so I don’t take advantage.
“Just ’til I fall asleep,” she yawns, blinking up at me with her doe eyes.
“Alright. ’Til you fall asleep.”
I sit down on the bed, and she settles against my chest. I hesitate a second longer, then let my arm curl her up ’til she’s snuggled close.
