“Relax.” He opened his wardrobe and got out a hundred shopping bags. “I bought you some things, underwear included.”
“Oh. That’s…uh…very thoughtful of you. Thank you, Tino. Is that…uh…why you brought me to your room?”
“Si, si. Why else?”
“Mhmm. Yeah. Of course.”
He put the bags next to the bed—his bed. “Put on some panties so I can see you.”
“So you can see me in panties?”
“So I can see the wound, Angelina.”
Fuck. Did I say that out loud? Oh my God. “I…I’m fine. Really. It’s not infected. There’s no need—”
“Put on some panties or I’ll just lift your dress when you’re all naked underneath and—”
“All right! All right. Fine.” It wasn’t a possible infection that was making me imagine and say weird things. It was him being half naked, all wet and hot, while I stood in his room, where he slept, where he…
I sat on the edge of the bed and snooped inside the bags. There were all sorts of clothes in there. Shorts, t-shirts, dresses, swimsuits and underwear. I grabbed the first pair of panties I found and asked him to turn around.
He chuckled but did what I asked. Of course, I took all the time in the world to put on one pair of panties to marvel at his perfect, hot ass.
“You done?” He snorted.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”
He spun and came my way. Then his hands slid up my thighs, meeting my butt as they hiked up the dress to the edge of my ribs. My body burned with shyness and arousal, but I didn’t try to hide anything. The deviant only he brought in me wanted him to see.
He removed the dressing carefully and inspected the stitches. “It looks fine.”
“I told you.”
He put down my dress, and as his head tilted up, our gazes met for a long moment. Then mine fell to his lips, and my mind drifted to that memory when we almost kissed. “Did that moment happen or was it wishful thinking?”
“What moment?”
I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head. “The one so similar to this one we’re having now.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, and his mouth drew closer, the heat of his breath making my head spin. “This moment?”
I had no clue where I got the guts to thread his wet hair with my fingers and pull him closer. “Yes.” It was so wrong. Not just taboo and forbidden. It was destructively wrong. He was Leo’s father. My fiancé’s father. But fuck yes.
His breath teased me as our lips almost touched. My eyes fluttered closed, and my heart rocketed as I desperately waited for him to seal our kiss.
“No.” Cruelly, brutally, his breath was no longer on my lips, and his hand left my hair, forcing me to leave his, too. “It didn’t happen.”
Chapter 45
Tino
She deserved that humiliation. She deserved that painful longing. She deserved the agony of wanting something so badly while knowing she couldn’t get it.
We barely spoke for days. After Arancia removed the stitches, and the weather had cooled, Angel had spent her time exploring the island to kill time and to stay away from me as much as she could. I’d given her space by day, but at night…
She was sleeping soundly, and I resumed my previous routine of undressing her, missing her beautiful body. In the moonlight, her perfect tits were so sexy. I ached to suck those nipples she’d long taunted me with. My cock throbbed painfully for her. I wanted to touch every inch of her skin, mark her whole body up.
Carefully, I undid my pants before sliding them to my ankles, and then I kicked them off. I peeled away my shirt and had it join my pants as well. Once I was standing beside her in nothing but boxers and socks, I stroked myself through my underwear.
