A low growl rumbles through him as his hand presses hard against my lower back.
Oh, my word.
This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
The music changes and it breaks the trance I’m in.
Mas pulls his lips away from mine.
“I need another drink.” He says, stepping back, his arms releasing me.
I feel lost for a second. A little bewildered.
Then Isabelle catches my eye and scrunches her nose as the biggest grins spreads across her face. My eyes are wide with excitement.
I just kissed Masaccio Vece. Literally the hottest guy on the planet.
And he kissed me back.
CHAPTER THREE
Masaccio
We are back on the dance floor, which is the last place I want to be because her tight little body is getting harder and harder to ignore when she presses it right up against me like this.
She is staring up at me. The thin strap of her dress slips a little and falls from her shoulder. Instinctively, I run my hand up her arm, dragging the strap back into place.
Her lips curve into a temptress’s smile.
Her eyes are locked with mine and I can feel I am about to make a terrible decision as the alcohol blurs my self-control.
Fuck, she is gorgeous.
As she presses against me, her breasts spill from the top of her dress.
Fuck.
This is not helping.
Her lips part and her fingers trace along my jaw, sending shivers running through my body.
My cock is stirring, wanting to know what she feels like.
My eyes trace over her full, rose-pink lips. The lipstick has long faded, but her natural color is even more beautiful. I lick my lips. I wonder what she tastes like.
Not thinking clearly, I lean down - and press my mouth against hers as my hand touches the heat of her skin.
She seems to hesitate for a moment, but then melts against me. Her body rubbing against mine.
Fuck. She feels so good in my arms.
The kiss deepens as she pulls me even closer.
Her lips are soft and warm.
Sparks seem to shoot from my fingers where my hand touches her lower back.
She pushes her hips against me, and I feel my cock beginning to grow.