I laugh, getting to my feet and pulling Sofia up with me. There are questions in her eyes, but I am grateful when she doesn't voice them. Instead, she lets the girls tease me about my crush as we finally exit the tiny bedroom and then the apartment.
With the boxes on their way to Dante’s place, we decide to go out to eat since it’s Bella’s last night in the city before she has to return to her boarding school. She had leave for just the weekend so she could attend Elena’s party. It’s been hard on her with everything that’s happened while she’s been so far away. The fear for her older sisters hit her harder because she felt so helpless, stuck at school, unable to be there for us. She needed the weekend off as much as the rest of us did.
We eat and chat, talking about nothing and everything. The girls tease me about Dante, and I deflect with humor, but I’m careful not to reveal too much. I’ve never felt half the things I feel for him, and it scares me just how much I want to be with him.
Later, Sofia’s driver drops me off at Dante’s apartment, and when I go up, it’s empty. I figure he's still at work, so I head straight to my room, stopping at the door when I see the mountain of boxes flooding the room.
“Oh God,” I sigh, leaning against the door as I stare at my luggage, uncertain of where the hell I am going to begin. I realize that I am too tired to even start thinking about it. Technically, I don’t have to go to the theatre until tomorrow afternoon. I can worry about what’s where tomorrow, but right now, I just need a warm, relaxing bath to end what has been an amazing weekend, but one full of exhausting changes.
I glance around the room, trying to remember which box I packed my towels in. Another look at the mountain of boxes is enough to convince me that I won’t be finding any tonight.
I step out of my room and look down the hall to the last door—Dante’s bedroom. I chew on my bottom lip as I consider grabbing one of his towels, but I’m not sure how I feel about walking into the man’s bedroom without him around. That would be some kind of invasion of privacy, right? Still, a part of me can't resist the thought of being in his personal space. I’ve avoided his bedroom since he moved in—we toured the apartment together when he was looking, and I even helped him pick out furniture and décor. But being in there now, in his private sanctuary, makes me imagine things I can’t have. Things I shouldn’t want.
He won’t mind.
I’ll just…poke around a little and if he comes home while I’m still in there, I’ll just tell him I was looking to borrow a towel. He’ll understand.
As I approach his room, my brows wing up when I realize the door is cracked open a bit. I freeze when I hear sounds coming from inside the room. I was certain the apartment was empty. Was he sleeping? Surely he heard me come in, right?
I inch closer to the door to peek in…and I gulp.
I slap a hand to my mouth in time to stop a gasp as I rake my eyes over the man lying naked on the wide king bed with one arm slung behind his head and the other hand wrapped around his swollen cock, eyes closed as he strokes himself slowly.
Oh.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
I should probably…leave.
The most logical thing to do is to slowly back away from the door, run to my room, and bury my head under the covers instead of just standing there, watching my "friend" masturbate. Christ, even thinking the word has heat climbing up my cheeks.
And yet, I can’t look away.
A warm knot settles in my stomach as I take him in, feeling breathless just looking at him.
Between those muscular thighs and under a perfectly defined V-line is a large cock, thick and veiny. As is the rest of him. His skin is bronzed, and he’s so big. My eyes scale over those thick, muscular arms and broad shoulders to his chest covered with long, dark lines of tattoos that cover both pecs. I want to linger and study them, but I find my eyes dropping lower, over the lines of his abs and back to the hard length tightly clasped in his left hand.
It’s so big.
Logically, I know what a cock is supposed to look like. I came across several explicit pictures and videos online when I was a teen and curious, but none of that prepared me for…this. For him.
Or for the reaction that sparks in my body from watching Dante jerk off.
I swallow hard as I watch his hand move over his erection, biting into my lower lip when I feel slickness flood my panties. The muscles in his arms flex as he moves his hand, pre-cum bubbling over the top of his cock and slicking down that large hand.
My mouth waters, and…it makes no freaking sense, but I find myself wondering what he tastes like. What kind of noises would he make if I replaced that hand with my mouth and tongue?
My nipples grow tight, pressing against my top, aching with need for relief. I place a hand over my chest in an attempt to rub the ache away, but it doesn't work. The ache between my legs is no better, and it's tempting to slide a hand under my skirt and just rub the spot. No, that would be crazy. I don’t know anything about sex beyond what I have seen online. I was always too shy to watch anything in its entirety, but now, I want to touch myself while secretly watching the man I have a crush on. What the hell is wrong with me?
Leave, Gia.
Walk away…
I squeeze my thighs together as the ache between them intensifies, pinching my nipples between my fingers as I watch him stroke his cock faster, his gasping breath filling the room. He speeds up, groaning as he thrusts into his hand, and my own breathing grows labored as I watch him.
He’s close to orgasming. I can tell with the way his hips lift off the bed and the way his hand moves faster, the veins in his forearm popping and his voice strangled when he calls, “Gia!”
My head whips up, and I freeze when I find those hazel eyes, a stormy brown with the hazel flecks almost gone…looking right at me.
