I don’t really know if I’m ready to do more than make out just yet, but I do know I don’t want to stop.
And I trust Gio to respect whatever line I draw.
I can only hope my instincts are correct.
“Lead the way,” he breathes, his lips brushing lightly across mine once more.
Then strong hands are bracing my hips, helping me up off his lap.
Standing, I take a deep, steadying breath, smoothing my dress back down before I find Gio’s hand.
Relishing the tingling sensation that ripples up my arm, I give a gentle tug as he rises.
As he stands to his full height, I’m not sure I’ve ever stood this close to him before, and my breath catches as my eyes follow him all the way up.
He’s not just fit.
He’s tall—six foot three, at least—and all powerful muscle that turns my mouth dry as he towers over me.
There’s no doubt in my mind that he could be formidable, but when he smiles at me, it disarms me completely.
Tongue darting out to wet my suddenly dry lips, I turn to guide him through the entry and up the stairs.
Gio follows silently, his fingers twining around mine.
And as we reach the upstairs hallway, his steps are surprisingly soft, even sneaky, for a man his size.
Jackson’s door is still shut tight as we tiptoe past, and he hasn’t made a sound by the time I reach my bedroom, confirming he’s asleep. Slowly, I push the door open.
My pulse quickens as I step inside, realizing I haven’t tidied up for a guest in this part of the house.
But Gio doesn’t seem to mind.
Closing the door behind us, he turns me, pulling me back into his arms.
My hands snake up his muscular chest, my fingers wrapping around the back of his neck as he steers me until my shoulder blades meet the solid wood of my door.
Breath rushes from my lungs as my temperature spikes, and I stare up into Gio’s ravenous gaze.
The soft click of a lock sounds beside me before I lose myself in his kiss once more.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but as he traps me against the solid surface, his body pressing into mine, I know that kissing isn’t going to be enough.
I want more.
I want all of him.
And I want him now.
“Please, Gio,” I breathe against his lips.
“Please what?” he rasps between kisses, his mouth leaving mine to trail sinfully along my jawline and down my throat.
“Take me to the bed.” My core throbs, my panties clinging to me wetly, and I arch into him as he stills.
But only for a moment before his hands are stroking purposefully down my curves.
Then sliding over my ass, between my thighs, and he hoists me effortlessly, sweeping my feet off the ground as he wraps my legs around his waist.
