Page 25 of The Don

My breath is shakier than my legs.

Cool air slides up my back when he takes the towel away. I cover my breasts, even though he’s seen everything there is to see. He tosses the towel on the floor and then, looking over my toiletries, snatches the bottle of lotion from the pile on the bathroom sink. He holds it up and looks at me to check he’s chosen the right thing.

I smile and nod eagerly.

There are goosebumps all over my body, even in places where I didn’t know that was possible. My clit feels like one hard, shivering goosebump that I’m desperate for him to touch. I hold my breath while he squirts some lotion into his hand. He warms the lotion by rubbing his palms together. We watch each other as he moves behind me again, brushing the ends of my hair over my shoulders with the backs of his fingers and then pressing the palms of his hands against my skin.

I jump and let out a sharp cry. My sex clenches.

“I have to leave for a little while,” he says as he begins to smooth the lotion into my back.

All I can do is whimper in response.

“Where?” is the only word I can get past my lips.

He presses the last of the lotion into the small of my back before moving down to cup and caress each ass cheek in turn. I moan in a breathy, horny, needy exhalation.

And then his hands disappear.

I turn and watch him squeeze more lotion into his palm. He warms it again before looking me deep in my eyes. “I cannot tell you that, bella. I’m sorry.”

I shake my head quickly, water droplets flying everywhere, on me, on Salvatore. He smiles as if it doesn’t matter because to him, I don’t think it does. “It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not,” he says firmly. “If I could stay or take you with me, I would.”

“But you can’t.” It’s not a question. I believe him. Itrusthim.

He shakes his head as he walks the few steps back to me.

“Will you be gone long?” I ask just in time for him to kneel down beside me and begin to lotion my right leg. I gasp and close my eyes as his hands massage my ankles, calves, the back of my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs.

“Fuck,” I grunt as he lets me go again.

He has a mischievous smile on his face when I look down at him. He’s getting more lotion.

I shift my body so he can reach my other leg, and I can flash him my pussy.

“Not long,” he says, starting with my ankle again. “I’ll be back as quickly as I can.”

I nod. His fingers are tickling the back of my knee and up my thigh.

“What will you do while I’m gone?”

“Please,” I whisper, my gaze locked on his thumbs, pressing into a sore muscle.

“Bella.”

“What?”

He laughs. His hands keep moving up my body. “I asked what you will do while we are apart?”

“Who cares?” I gasp when his fingers brush the lips of my pussy. My entire body shudders. My voice shudders.

Salvatore begins to stand and presses a kiss on my hip before going back for more lotion.

“Come on,” I cry softly, turning and grabbing him around the waist.

He rubs his palms together but turns to me, still smiling.

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