Page 40 of Unspoken Obsession

I can't let myself get lost in this girl I know nothing about - but - I am not the one in control of that.

She wraps her legs around my waist and in doing so allows me to push deeper inside her. She cries out as I thrust into her. I grab her hips and fuck her faster, each time I push into her I'm possessing her a little more - like I am claiming her and making her mine.

She tilts her head back as her body shakes. Her legs lock tighter around me, so I slip my arm around her and lift her hips up towards me.

Her fingers dig into the pillows of the daybed and her lips part. I lean forward and grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her neck as I push inside her.

She shakes uncontrollably as her pussy tightens on my cock.

Then she cries out, loud and carefree as her orgasm slams into her - wave after wave of pleasure she is riding.

I can't control myself when I thrust deep inside her and explode into her.

Breathing heavily, I rest my head on her chest, letting the night air dry the thin layer of perspiration on my skin. She brushes her fingers through my hair as we lie together.

My heart is threatening me.

Warning me.

Telling me I am falling for her.

And that it might be a dangerous risk to take.

"Oh."

We both bolt up, blushing and laughing when the server hurries off the deck. I completely forgot where we were I was so lost in her.

She gets dressed, grinning and throwing me mischievous glances.

Just before we walk back to our table, I pull her close and kiss her again.

"I want to know everything about you, Frankie," I whisper.

She smiles at me with those calm, quiet eyes. Then she takes my hand and leads me back to my seat.

The server comes out again, making a lot of noise as he climbs the stairs, giving us plenty of warning this time.

He seems a little embarrassed as he clears the dinner plates away and tells us dessert is on the way.

As promised, Frankie is back in Las Vegas by half-past eleven.

The evening could not have been more perfect.

Once Frankie is gone and I am standing alone in the casino's foyer, I shake my head at myself.

"What are you getting yourself into, Dante?" I mutter. Knowing this girl is going to bring trouble.

FRANKIE

Damion and I are walking through the park, feeding the ducks, and enjoying the sunshine. I always get him a little packet of sweet corn kernels when we come here because he loves the noises the ducks make, and it makes me smile to see him so happy.

But today - I am here, but my mind is in a million different places. I am struggling to be present which bothers me because I don't want to upset my son. But he seems oblivious to my distance.

The night I shared with Dan at that gorgeous mountain restaurant was two nights ago - and I still can't stop thinking about it.

Being with him this time - it was so intimate. The connection was so much deeper than before - and it seems like every time I am with him, I get pulled closer to him whether or not I am ready for it. Our relationship is shifting and growing into something else. I just can't figure out what that something else is.

And it's not something I really want to ask the man - because I've got too many secrets to keep.

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