Page 18 of Hunting

“You realize, you could have avoided that whole horrid thing, if you had just introduced yourself. I would have asked to speak to Luca or Bosco to see you weren’t lying. I knew their faces. I didn’t know yours. The conflict would have been over before it started.”

“I wasn’t thinking. I reacted. Saw you flirting with a guy. I got jealous. I didn’t understand why at the time. It was my gut. It knew I wanted you.”

“Even then? When I could have been the enemy?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He gives me a kiss. A soft peck. I want more. Now is not the time. “Even then.”

“Would you have ever acted on it?” I’m not sure I want to know the answer.

His expression shifts for a moment. I know he doesn’t like letting his mask slip. “I would have made a convincing argument to get you to leave with me. Then I would have fucked you and left you before you woke up in the morning.”

I was right. I don’t like his answer. He must see the hurt on my face. I don’t mask it. He told me to be myself. So I will. “Great.”

“Hey.” He lifts my chin with a finger under it and applying slight pressure. “I’m glad that’s not the case. We didn’t get off on the right foot. But I want to do this right. I want to try dating you.”

“Try?” I tease.

He gives a little laugh. “Yeah. Never dated exclusively before. Been on only a handful of dates in my life. Never a second one. Never had a girlfriend. Never had a woman in my bed here.”

I look to the bed on our left. “Never?”

He kisses my temple. “Never. Never wanted anyone enough to try. Never thought I could trust a woman enough.”

“You trust me enough?”

“Babe. Sweetheart. You thought I was Russian and refused to speak. You held every secret that could hurt our family even when I was a cruel bastard to you. I humiliated you, degraded you, and made you lose consciousness for a day while fighting hypothermia. Still you were adamant not to break. Not to save yourself. Not to save your father. You did it for the family. The one that didn’t even know you worked for them. That puts you at the top of my list of trustworthy people.” He kisses me again. Deeply this time.

I throw my arms around his neck. He responds with a chuckle before lifting me up by the back of my thighs. My legs wrap around hips. His erection digging into my pelvis. I rock to get more friction. It feels so good. I can’t help but to moan into his mouth.

This is it. Tonight I’m losing my virginity. To this man. My man. I don’t care if we only date for a week, a year, or forever. Tonight he is mine and I am his.

His hands give my ass a squeeze. “Love this ass.” He whispers huskily as his lips move from mine and down my neck. The sweatshirt must be in the way, because he rips it off of me. Then his hands are back on me. I didn’t wear a shirt underneath. Just my pink lace bra that matches my panties. He growls as he pinches my nipple through the fabric. It hardens into a stiff peak at his touch. “So sensitive.” He growls before sucking the other one into his mouth. The added friction of the lace with his tongue against my flesh has my hips pumping against his. Riding him through our clothes.

In the next second, I am airborne. Falling to the bed and watching him rip his own shirt off of his body. Damn.

The man is a god. Built like he was hand chiseled. Deep definitions separate each ab. The elusive V that makes women all over the world drool has me clenching my thighs tight to get some relief from the ache that’s building in me. Moving my eyes lower, I freeze on his bulge. I can see the large outline of his cock through his tight jeans. Oh fuck. He is huge. He won’t fit.

His hands land on my calves and he uses the grip to pull me to the edge of the bed. “Need you naked.” He says as he tears off my leggings.

“You too.” I murmur as I reach for his belt. He pulls it free and drops it to the floor. His hands push mine away from his zipper. It’s for the best. My hands have begun to shake. I can’t tell if it’s from nerves, excitement, or a combination.

A combination. I’m going with that. I am nervous. Horribly so. I always wondered if I was attractive naked. I mean. I personally don’t think I’m bad looking. But from a male perspective. Am I desirable? With the way Massimo’s eyes have burned with heat and want since he took off my sweatshirt, I would say he likes what he sees. Loves it even.

His gaze continues to eat me up. His tongue licks his lips like I’m his favorite treat, and he’s about to gorge himself on it.

Yes please! I’ve never had a man’s mouth on me. I am very excited Massimo will be the first. If things go well. He may be the only.

That thought sends a shiver through me. A shiver of excitement. Contentment. Yeah, I want Massimo forever. He is loyal, strong, and gorgeous. He isn’t easy to read at times which I like since I find people in general too easy to read. I would get bored in a relationship if I could judge their every action and reaction before they even know their choice. I know I won’t have that problem with Massimo. I had wondered when I first felt the attraction for Massimo, if he would be capable of being affectionate. Could he be a gentle lover and a cuddler in the after moments? I’ll be finding out soon.

I’m betting he will be. I don’t think he is with everyone. Past hook-ups, definitely not. With me, yeah. It’s the hungry look in his eyes. The flexing of his hands like they are fighting to keep off of me. And the urgency of his lips on my lips and skin.

Massimo’s eye remain locked with mine as he pops the button of his jeans, then begins to tease the zipper down. Damn, he has me hot and bothered. Not even naked yet and I am about to combust.

Suddenly a loud shrill noise echoes around the room. It breaks our eye contact. The heat gone from his eyes. Massimo quickly does his jeans back up and walks away. I try not to over think his actions. His phone is ringing. That is all. It’s nothing I did.

Still, I find my hands grabbing at the covers to pull them over and cover me up. Massimo has moved to the couch and answers the call. His voice is low. He talks for a minute before he sends a quick worried glance my way. “Be right down.” He says. Loud and clear enough for me to hear.

Without another word, or second glance, he moves to the closet and grabs a new shirt then leaves the room. Tears prick my eyes. He left. No soothing words or explanation. Just left me near naked on the bed.

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