The prickle of facial hair tickles across my skin, and the sound of his deep inhale makes my pulse quicken.
Then his arms snake further around me, his hands splaying across my stomach as one palm brazenly explores the curve of my breast.
Eyes rolling into the back of my head as he massages the supple flesh, I lean my head back against his collarbone, lacing my fingers through his short, thick curls.
“Whatever you please?” I suggest, my core throbbing with the need to have his hands all over me.
A deep, approving growl issues from his chest, and I gasp as he rocks his hips forward to show me just how much he likes that idea.
My hips press forward into the hard sandstone of the veranda, and a sense of deja vu sweeps over me as I get the feeling that we’ve done this before.
Or maybe it was water I was looking out at that time.
A river of sorts?I can’t be sure.
“God, I want you,” he rasps, his thick, hard erection pressing into my tailbone through our clothes to reinforce his statement.
Then—unlike before—he spins me in his arms.
My breath catches as I peer up into gold-flecked hazel eyes. Dark stubble colors his strong jawline and wraps around his sensual lips. I recognize him immediately—Gio, he said his name was. My new neighbor.
But… this isn’t my townhouse.
Confusion ripples through me as the scene around us fades, almost melting until the world around me is a swirl of vague colors and shapes.
But Gio remains, his wild shock of dark curls falling into his face as he leans closer, his striking light hazel eyes dropping to my lips.
He’s going to kiss me.
And without thinking, I lift my chin, tilting to meet him.
A jolt of electricity warms my skin where it meets his.
My lips tingle, the sensation washing through my body and out to my fingers and toes as I cling to his broad, muscular shoulders that fill out his soft dress shirt.
His hands boldly palm my ass cheeks, bringing our bodies flush as his tongue delves into my mouth, tasting me deeply as it tangles with mine.
Holy hell, he can kiss.
Each tantalizing flick of his tongue’s tip sends bubbles of pleasure fizzling to life in my stomach, and my arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer as I arch into his powerful chest.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, his hands roaming lower, spreading my thighs before sweeping me off my feet entirely so he can wrap my legs around his waist.
He’s six foot three inches of strength and virility pressed against me, and the pulsing desire inside me has already completely soaked through my panties.
“There will be no dying on me,” I warn, tangling my fingers in his hair once more as I claim his lips for my own.
I’ve never been this forward, but I’m so intensely attracted to this man, I can’t seem to stop myself—and he’s certainly not stopping me either.
I can feel us moving, but I refuse to pull back and open my eyes to confirm it.
Then, for one weightless moment, we’re falling. I gasp as my back meets something soft and… bouncy.
A bed.
But I don’t have time to gather more details before Gio’s strong, dexterous fingers are sliding beneath my top, guiding it over my head so he can cup my breast and playfully nip it through the lace of my bra.
“Come away with me,” I pant as I let my nails scrape lightly across the rippling muscles of his back.
