Page 46 of Green Flag
“Not you,” she said with a roll of her eyes before opening the door for him to get in.
He huffed before scooting along.
“You speak Italian?” I asked as she followed suit.
“A little,” she said, tugging me by the hand to sit beside her. She didn’t let go as we put on our seatbelts. “65% of the riders are Italian. And I am my father’s daughter. I happen to be trilingual, but I wouldn’t count Italian within that. My parents hired a Spanish nanny for me when I was younger so I could learn.”
Her expression faltered, brows creasing slightly.
“Wow,” I said. Of course she was a beautiful, talented musician with multiple languages up her sleeve.
My mother would be ecstatic if I took home a woman who could speak Italian.
But not even that would counter her last name. My family despised her father, and probably her by extension.
“You should meet my sister,” she laughed. “She’s fluent in five and she’s only sixteen.”
Still holding my hand, she guided it to her knee as before.
Her tights were cold from the dark night. I rubbed her knee to warm her up, and she smiled at me before dropping her head to my shoulder.
“Cosy,” Cesari said, brows raised.
“Shut up and start blacking out, Ces,” she snapped, placing her hand on my thigh. “Before I really give you something worth remembering.”
“Like?” he taunted, eyes twinkling, brows high.
He was so smashed that I doubted he’d remember in the morning.
“You like to watch, do you?” she asked, leaning away from me to him. “Because you never get to touch?”
I kneaded my thumb into her shoulder, a light massage, because I wanted every ounce of her attention. Because he didn’t deserve it.
Sharing wasn’t in my nature.
The rough brushing of my thumb had to be enough to tell her I was there right beside her. Ready.
My other hand squeezed her thigh.
“I’m good at touching,” he said, eyes roving over her and snagging on my gentle caress.
She looked over the shoulder I was massaging to roll her eyes at me.
“Ces, it’s too bad I’ve got someone I know can touch me well,” she laughed. “And we’ve got a date with a tequila shot at the bar.”
She shrugged off her jacket and, when I stopped working her skin, she frowned at me. “Don’t stop.”
With her coat hanging inches past her shoulders, I massaged her back as she leaned into me. I pressed kisses down her neck as she relaxed and let out a sweet ‘mmm’ that weakened my knees.
Cesari’s hungry eyes swallowed her up and I wanted to punch him and make them so swollen that he wouldn’t be able to look at her at all.
So I massaged her harder, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned further into me.
Cesari’s eyes met mine as I kissed the hollow of her neck and she made the slightest noise with her shaky breath.
He pursed his lips together in an ‘o’ and released a deep, silent breath, releasing some of the sexual tension she carried around with her in buckets.
Yep, I was hard over her too.
