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My pulse fluttered. My cheeks heated and warmth pooled in the pit of my stomach.
The girls would argue it was my first crush. I didn’t think so. It felt like so much more than that. Like the world tilted off its axis and only this man could keep me standing. I’ve liked boys before, even fooled around a bit. But I never found it to be that exciting so it ended before it even started.
Yet now, as I watched this man, I knew it was him I was waiting for. Nothing ever made me feel like a mere glance by him. Warm all over. He tore down invisible walls inside me, unraveled me, then engraved himself into the marrow of my bones.
And he hadn’t even kissed me.Yet.
I knew it was only a matter of time. It was part of every glance we shared. Every breath. Every heartbeat.
“Want to dance?” It wasn’t a question, though he framed it as one. But neither was it a demand.
I slid off the hood of his expensive car. He followed. Pulling out his phone, he opened an app and started his car. Soft music came through his speakers and he took my hand.
For a breath of moment we stood facing each other, heartbeat-to-heartbeat and our gazes locked.
I let out a shallow breath and took a step closer to him, bringing us chest-to-chest. The way he towered above me should scare me. Instead, this man made something hot unravel inside me and I dove into it, needing every ounce of it.
He took my hand into his, interlocked our fingers and we started to move. Our bodies danced, fitting perfectly against each other.
Slow. Sensual. Magical.
Through the buzzing in my ears came lyrics of the song “I Found” by Amber Run.
My breasts brushed against his three-piece-suit, my nipples tightened. My heart raced so hard I couldn’t inhale enough oxygen into my lungs.
Towering over me like a dark, protective cloud, his eyes fell to my lips. I swallowed hard but I refused to look away. Instead, I drowned in his warm, spicy scent and his dark gaze, getting drunk off it. The butterflies in my stomach took flight and tingles vibrated under my skin.
I had never wanted anything more thanhimat this moment and somehow I knew he could see it in my eyes. Or maybe he could feel it.
He bent his head and brought his lips close to mine.
“I found you,” he whispered, his breath brushing against my lips.
Not caring of consequences, or who he was, I wrapped my hands around his neck and closed the small gap between us. Our lips connected and fireworks exploded through every cell of my body.
Kissing Basilio DiLustro felt like committing the most delicious sin.
My mouth parted and he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against my lower lip and a moan climbed up my throat. My insides shook with an unfamiliar need.
The touch of his lips on mine set every inch of my skin on fire. I couldn’t breathe; it was too much. It wasn’t enough. I grew lightheaded, lost in the sensation of him. His lips were soft, my veins burned with something hot and an ache pulsed between my thighs that only he could sate. Kissing him was better than anything else I had ever experienced. Better than figure skating or the highest and hardest jumps on ice. Better than experiencing that first perfect quad AxeI jump on ice or the triple Lutz.
Kissing Bas was like standing on the edge of a cliff as a warm breeze caressed your face, watching the world spread out before you. It was euphoric.
Nothing and nobody ever came close to this feeling. Not even my quad Lutz or quad flip.
CHAPTER9
Basilio
The most platonic thing I had ever done with a woman.
My body came to life unlike ever before. The scent of her seeped through my skin and into my lungs. The second she parted her lips and my tongue stroked her full bottom lip, she surrendered to me without a second thought. That alone set my desire into a raging fire.
She tasted like honey and snow flurries. The oddest fucking combination, but I loved it. She tasted right. Like my perfection.
My kiss turned more demanding. And fuck it, she didn’t seem to mind. Her body pressed harder against mine. I had no fucking clue when my hands traveled down her body but my fingers gripped her ass. Tightly, needing every inch of her.
I wanted to lay my claim on her. Never let her go.
