Page 33 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

I wasn’t expecting dinner to go so well. I figured I would hate it. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to reach over the table to kiss me. Fuck, I’ve missed the way he tastes. I can’t stop myself from staring at him, he’s still talking explain how that night went down when Frank ended up getting shot. I’m still worried about Dad; he hasn’t returned to work. That I can’t argue about. It’s the fact that he won’t leave the hospital more than a couple of hours a day. Frank is still in the ICU. He gives me a few updates. He doesn’t want me to worry. All I know is that he’s still unconscious, vitals are good. The doctors aren’t sure when he’ll wake up. When the bullet hit, it hit him in the neck close to his artery. Honestly, I’m not sure about all the doctor's talk, but something went wrong in surgery. Doesn’t help that Frank was close to the explosion that went off, and they had to dig shrapnel out of him as well.

“Charlie, can we stop talking about this, please. I told you everything I wanted too; I’m not painting a very good picture of myself right now.”

My brows creased. “What do you mean?”

“I’m asking for a second chance; I want to do everything over again.” The words leapt off his lips.

I’m speechless. He wants a second chance. Seriously, my heart is yelling yes, let’s do this. While my gut is telling me to think things over. The last time I did this he broke up with me in the halls of our high school. Can he really change in eight years?

“Charlie, I rarely do second chances. I’m willing to try, just try baby. That’s all I ask.”

“Okay.”

He pushes his chair back, coming to my side of the table. Pushing my chair out, he lowers his head.

“I’m taking you home now and I’m making up the last eight years that we’ve missed out on,” he whispered into my ear.

I felt goosebumps rising on my skin. “Please.”

Desire flickered in his eyes. He extended his hand for me my hand damn near disappeared in his large hand. My body was on fire by the time we walked outside, anticipating our next step were we rushing things, probably but I couldn’t care any less. I’ve waited long enough for this day.

“Yours or my place?”

“Oh, um. Well, that’s up to you. You have a daughter, and I don’t.”

“Right, that’s another thing we’ll have to talk about later. Come on.”

He opens the door to the car for me. Next thing I know we're headed in the direction of my place. God, this will be the first time I’ve had a man in my place besides my dad. Great, now I’m thinking of my dad. Not what I need to be thinking about right now. That’s when a hand running up my thigh pulled me from my thoughts. His hand caresses the inside of my thigh, moving my thong to the side. His fingers sweep along my clit. I spread my legs wider for him.

A small whimper falls from my lips when his finger dips into my wet entrance.

“You’re so wet for me already Charlie, tell me how many men have had a taste of you.”

I have a hard time thinking while his finger is stroking me.

“Tell me or I’ll stop. I need to know how many men I need to erase from your mind.”

He pulls his finger out, and I rush to tell him, “I can’t remember, maybe three or four.” I want to feel him inside of me again.

When he doesn’t replace his finger, I watch his hand pull out from beneath my dress and move towards his mouth. He sucks the finger that is coated with my wetness. His eyes leave the road and lock onto mine, pupils dilated, withdrawing his finger he licks his lips. Why does that excite me so fucking much?

“You taste so good. I can’t wait to get more of you.” He turns to face the road.

I sit there waiting, but he doesn’t touch me again. It’s torture. The small taste he gave me wasn’t enough to even satisfy me. It was barely a sample of what I know is coming. I need his hands all over my body. I want him more than anything. I shouldn’t move this fast especially after everything he’s told me, but I believe him when he tells me he won’t hurt me again.

When we reach my apartment, I’m beginning to have second thoughts. I don’t want our relationship to begin with sex. I need more.

“Lucca, can we take a step back?” I asked once he parked.

He took hold of my left hand. “Charlie, we can go as fast or as slow as you need. I’m not going to rush you. I’m not going to lie when I say I’m desperate to have you. I understand what you need.”

He leans over and places his lips on mine. The way his lips moves with mine wants me to rethink everything, his hand wraps around the back of my neck bringing me in closer. My hand cups his cheek, feeling his stubble. I pull away before it gets too far.

“I had a great time tonight. Thank you.” I stroke his cheek.

A hint of a smile traces his lips. “I had a great time too Charlie, be safe and I’ll call you later.”

I give him a quick kiss, then exit the car. Once I’m in my building, he pulls away. I hope I made the right decision tonight; he didn’t seem to be mad and I’m glad we can take things slow. I need to be smarter this time around.

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