I smiled, but my bottom lip trembled. “And you refuse to allow that,Capo.”
Before I could open my eyes, he was leading me away from the bedroom and toward the bathroom. “What are you doing?”
“It’s safer if you stay close to me. The bathroom doesn’t have any windows.”
“Why? Is something wrong?”
“People keep showing up without an invite.”
People? More than one?“Do you know who they are?”
He released my hand and went to the simple shower, turning it on. Once the flow started to trickle, he threw his shirt over the chair in front of the mirror. He undid his pants, throwing them over the shirt. His socks came off next. And then his boxer briefs.
I felt like one of those cartoon characters when their eyes bug out. He was lean and had muscles in all of the right places. And I was right about him being a python. His size only added to my anxiety. I was so out of my league. He was beyond fine.
I didn’t realize I’d been gawking until I met his eyes. “I didn’t mean to stare—”
He grinned. “You didn’t mean to? Or you wanted to and did, and now feel guilty for getting caught?”
I shrugged. “I’ve heard that it’s impolite to stare.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “It’s only impolite if it doesn’t belong to you.” Then he sighed, but in a good way—like he had enjoyed the release. “I like when you stare at me, Mariposa.”
“I like when you stare at me, too,” I whispered as he stepped into the shower and shut the door. He was almost too big for the small space. He was tall and his shoulders were wide. At least the tub next to it was big enough for two.
His back was full of muscles, and when he moved to wash, they rippled. The water and candlelight made his skin shimmer. I took a seat on the chair, not willing to look away from him, but not able to stand any longer. Just watching him wash made the pulse between my legs throb. My lower stomach was as clenched as a tight fist. My breasts felt like they were straining against the dress all of a sudden, so tender that they ached.
I licked my lips.
I swallowed hard.
I craved friction.
His back still faced me, and when he turned, his erection touched the glass. He started to wash himself while he watched me watching him. His penis bobbed each time he stroked it. He raked his teeth over his bottom lip, and when I made a noise deep in my throat, his eyes became more serious, more hooded.
I felt faint. The little bit of steam in the room was getting to me.He was getting to me. Then I opened my mouth. “Are we in danger?”Am I in danger? Not from them but fromyou.
He blinked at me, like he had to remember who he was with—the girl in the white dress. Not the one in red. Then he started to rinse the soap off, our moment over. “We’re all in danger, Mariposa. Some people more than others.”
“We’re the ‘some people,’ I’m guessing.”
He nodded and then shut the water off. I turned and grabbed a towel from the counter and handed it to him. He took it and then turned to dig in his bag. After he gave me a great view of his fine ass, he secured the towel around his waist.
I stood and turned toward the mirror. I watched him walk closer from behind. He stopped when he was at my back. I could feel the heat from his body through the dress.
He moved my hair to the side, and then he helped me lower the top of the gown. My fancy white adhesive bra glowed against my skin. He kissed the nape of my neck, watching me as he did, and then his fingers barely caressed my arms.
“Butterflies have least favorite colors when it comes to flowers. Do you know what they are?” His voice was low, almost hoarse.
“No,” I whispered. A shiver waved over me from his constant touch, his gravelly voice, and it made me tremble.
“Ti piace la mia bocca sulla tua pelle. Tremi per me.” He said the words almost to himself, something about me liking his mouth on my skin, me trembling for him. Then, smoothly, he brought us back to his comment about the butterfly. “Blue to green.”
My eyes lifted to meet his. Blue to hazel.
“Good thing I’m not a real butterfly then, or maybe I would’ve taken the warning the first time I saw your eyes and flew away to something lighter.”
“Good thing.” He ran his tongue from my nape to the center of my back, and then trailed firm kisses on his way back up. His hands moved to my hips, and he moved us slowly. “If you only knew the thoughts I’ve had of you since the night at The Club, the fantasies, you would’ve run away.”
