Page 58 of Deception

The thought of possible rejection, however, leaves me feeling a bit raw, annoyed. More annoyed for how much this is all getting to me.

Warmth fills the room quickly, radiating out and prickling my exposed skin. I rise, snatching a blanket to wrap around myself and head to the kitchen, leaving Isabella lying there, curled up in the blankets.

She watches me leave, a little smirk on her face.

It makes my heart race.

Mostly because I have no clue what she’s thinking.

When I return with plates full of steaming hot porridge and bread, she watches me like a hawk, her expression unreadable. That indifference tugs at something deep in my heart.

Despite the chill in the room, she remains naked, only wrapped in a blanket, seemingly unfazed by her nudity in front of me. We eat in silence, sharing a few glances and appreciative sounds of good food.

A little hum escapes her lips as she finishes her last bite of bread and jam, licking her thumb with her eyes closed. It’s unbelievably adorable.

A little laugh slips between my lips and she looks at me, narrowing her eyes. “What?”

“You're just …”

“I'm just what?”

“You're cute when you eat.” It sounds odd coming out of my mouth. I don't say things like that.

“You’re cute when you walk around naked,” she snips back.

We finish our coffee in silence, both of us clearly reluctant to move or get up. Isabella keeps an eye on me the whole time. Like she’s waiting for something. “So. What do we do now?”

“We take cold showers from the looks of it, unless we can get the power back on.”

“You look like you might need a cold shower,” she remarks, dragging her eyes down my body, seeing how I react to her flirting.

“I wouldn’t need to if you’d share your blanket with me.”

She crawls towards me, running a hand along my arm as she covers us. “Better?”

“Almost.”

I take the chance, leaning over and cupping the side of her face gently. Her cheeks are so soft, even more so when they flush, pink and hot to my touch. Her eyelids flutter slightly and she bites her lip, her gaze dropping to mine.

I kiss her, grazing against her lips, tentatively, softly. Exploring her mouth with my tongue, hers caressing mine in return.

It lasts for minutes, simply sitting there, running my hands over her shoulders, her neck. I haven’t just kissed a woman like this for as long as I can remember.

It’s intimate, sensual.

And it gets me rock-hard, throbbing under our blanket.

We continue like this for a while. Feeling the soft silk of her hair between my fingers. Her naked body pressed against mine. I graze my fingers up along her thigh, finding that she’s more than ready for another round.

Just as she's about to crawl into my lap, the radio crackles from my office.

“Fucking Adri…” I grumble, rising. “I guess I should go get that.”

Isabella laughs softly, pinching her bottom lip with her fingers.

“I'll. Be. Right. Back.” I trot from the room naked, immediately regretting it as I step into the freezing foyer, the tile floor making me hop from foot to foot.

“Merda!” I manage to make it to my office, sliding into my chair and grabbing the receiver. “Ay!” I yelp as the leather of my chair chills my ass cheeks. “Adriano?”

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