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I couldn’t wait to get back to that.
As if reading my mind, Angelo stood up and walked purposefully around the edge of the table. I stood as well, my eyes transfixed on his face and the rest of dinner forgotten about.
Angelo stopped inches away from me, his eyes rapidly flicking between the two of mine.
I lifted my chin, letting my lips part slightly. His face had become flushed, but in a way, that had nothing to do with embarrassment. His own lips opened. Down, down, his eyes went, studying my body, one hidden beneath jeans and a button-up blouse.
One hand slowly came forward to finger a button on my shirt. Angelo fiddled slightly with it, then pushed a couple of his fingers through the fabric’s opening. His touch grazed against my bra and I sighed in anticipation.
With a quick movement, Angelo grabbed the front of my blouse and tore it open. I jumped in surprise, the little ivory buttons hitting the table and wall.
Before I could say anything, Angelo mashed his mouth against mine. My body went weak, responding to the promise of all the things it craved.
To think there had been a possibility I would never have his touch on me again.
The thought was too much to bear. I pushed it from my mind and focused on the here and now. His lips against mine. His hands running down my sides.
Wrapping his palms around my hips, Angelo picked me up and set me on the edge of the table. My legs knocked into the chairs, pushing them out of the way.
Eagerly, my hands grasped at his shirt, yanking it out of the way so my palms could find the smooth skin beneath the clothing. Angelo’s own hands ran up and down my legs, then across my stomach and chest.
Kissing down my neck, he pushed the cups of my bra down. I arched my back, pressing my torso up towards his face.
Swollen lips surrounded one of my exposed nipples, then teeth lightly bit. Sucking hard on one breast, Angelo rolled the other one in his hand. I grabbed his hair with both hands and tugged slightly, pushing his face harder against my chest.
Going back to kissing, he began work on my pants, undoing them and yanking them down. The bra and panties went as well, leaving me bare and exposed on the dining room table.
Angelo’s wide palm swept up the center of my chest and pushed me slowly backwards. I gingerly lay down, the top of my head grazing a vase of flowers in the process.
Angelo spread my naked thighs and buried his face between them. Right away unrestrained moans escaped my mouth. He sucked and kissed, his attention between my legs matching the kind he gave my nipples.
I wriggled a little closer to him, my shoulder blades pressing into the hard wood of the table. Angelo reached up and tweaked both my nipples. Pleasure rippled down from them and joined the goodness between my legs.
Nearly there, I cried out in ecstasy, gripped the edge of the table…
Angelo abruptly stopped and stood up.
His arms hooked under my waist and lifted me. Through the doorway we went, and down the hall to the open door of my room.
Angelo rested me on the bed. I lay still, waiting while he undressed himself. He watched me the entire time, eyes flaring with something I couldn’t describe. Not fire. Not smoldering heat like the last time we slept together. Something else. A new intensity, one I couldn’t label.
Naked, Angelo climbed on top of me and rested his body on mine. I gave into the weight, letting my back sink deeply into the mattress. He entered me slowly, his arms wrapping around me as he did so.
Holding me close, Angelo kissed me, our bodies pulsing together. Forward and backward we rocked.
An orgasm quickly built then traveled through me, making me quake in his arms. He kissed me even harder.
On and on, we pushed against each other, the motion still soft and slow. Gradually it slowed down and finally we just lay there, the lovemaking fading delightfully rather than just abruptly ending.
Our deep kisses turned into softer and shorter ones. I turned my head to the side and looked at the closed curtains. Angelo rested his head on my chest. A siren sounded on the street below, growing louder and then fainter.
“I don’t want you to marry him.”
His proclamation shook the dimly lit room.
“I don’t want to,” I rasped from a dry throat.
He kept his head on my chest, the only thing moving being his hand lightly rubbing my arm. “I’ll do what I can to help you.”
I swallowed hard.
The words came as close to a promise as I could ask for.
Perhaps, just perhaps, having Angelo on my side meant I wasn’t doomed after all.
