I nod and try to look anywhere other than Gio’s eyes, but his grip on my chin stops me from moving. His lips capture mine softly, making my heart stutter.
“You look radiant this morning.”
“I think I have you to thank for that. Is that coffee I can smell?” I smell the air and inhale, cherishing it like it’s my last breath.
“There’s some freshly brewed inside, along with some pastries, fruit, yoghurt, and some toast. I got Arlena to bring us up a few bits. Sit tight and I’ll bring it out.”
Gio springs up and walks away swiftly. I sit back in the seat and let the sea breeze swirl around me. It’s refreshing. I’m afraid going home is going to pale in comparison. I can see why Gio loves it here so much. If I had the means to live this life, I think I would… no questions asked.
Gio rolls out a cart and sits it to the side of me. He hands me a cup and I swear I snatch it like a child in a sweet shop.
“I can’t function without coffee.” I giggle.
“I thought as much.” Gio sits back in his seat beside me.
“You can finish your work. I’m quite happy to sit here and admire the view,” I say boldly, looking directly at Gio.
“Good to know, Miss Harrison, but I can work anytime. I’d much rather sit here, admire my own view, and eat some breakfast with you.”
I sit forward, scoop some fruit salad into a bowl, and lick my thumb from the juice that splattered over my hand. I can feel Gio’s eyes burning holes through me, but I continue to be provocative. I’m never usually so out there when it comes to sexual innuendos, but Gio unleashes a side of me I didn’t know existed. I feel different around him. Confident. Brave. Powerful. Three things I never thought I’d say about myself.
“If you keep doing that, beautiful, I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”
“Hmm!” I stab a piece of fruit with the fork and pop it into my mouth. “Juicy.”
In two point five seconds, Gio is out of his seat, clasping his hands on my cheeks and kissing me like it’s his last. Our mouths duel ferociously, sending me on a high. How can one kiss be everything?
Gio pulls back, takes my hand, and drags me through the hotel room until we’re out of sight of the veranda. Not that I’d care, because with the way that kiss was going, I wouldn’t have stopped him out there. We would have been up on indecent exposure charges, if that’s even a thing here in Bulgaria.
My back hits the wall and Gio lifts me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him as close to my core as possible. He tears at my robe and lets it fall open, the cool breeze of the air conditioning sets every nerve ending on high alert and I moan out my pleasure.
Gio’s mouth wraps around my breast and bites down tightly. It’s not painful, but I feel a gush of heat straight to my core.
“Oh, God! I need you now, Gio.”
I pull at his belt and yank his zip and button open like a crazy person. I’m surprised at my own behaviour, but Gio seems happy with my lack of restraint.
Gio’s dick springs free, hitting my bare stomach. He guides himself to my centre and rams himself home. We both call out our pleasure, every muscle tightening around one another. I’m glad Gio has my legs wrapped tightly around him, because I doubt I’d stand freely. I can’t even think straight.
I wrap my fingers in his hair, hold on, and let him do all the work to make us reach new heights.
“I’m not going to hold on much longer, beautiful.”
At the sound of Gio’s husky, lust-filled voice, my body detonates quickly. All power in my body leaves me and Gio holds me tightly as he shudders around me, grunting out his pleasure. Thankfully, his senses are still alert, and he keeps us both upright.
“Jesus. I’m never going to get enough of you, Harleigh.”
“That makes two of us.” I breathe out heavily.
Giovani puts his hands on my cheeks then tangles my hair through his fingers. At this moment, I’ve never felt as free of my past. There is something about Giovani that puts my body at ease and makes me feel alive.
Giovani walks us both into the room with me still in his arms and his semi-half-mast erection still inside me. Usually, any guy I’ve been with before does the deed and leaves me where they dropped me. It’s amazing to have a man who cares for my needs just as much as he cares about himself, if not more. Giovani has never once put his own needs before mine. Even at the height of his orgasm, he makes sure I get there first.
“As much as I could just crawl back into this bed with you, it would be a shame to waste such a glorious day. So, how about a shower and we organise a day of something you want to do.”
“I’ve been here for a few days and not been to the beach. I’ve heard a lot about the golden sands, warm water, and beautiful scenes.”
“The beach it is then.”
