Page 91 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I’m not ‘always.’

I’m ‘now.’

Still, I’m definitely in the mood, so when Sal reaches down to kiss my lips, I’m more than happy to let him.

Within a couple of seconds though, I feel like something is wrong.

On the surface, there’s nothing different than the stuff we’ve been doing.

I’m naked. Sal is naked.

I can feel his very impressive length, getting harder and thicker by the moment. I can feel his hands on my skin, petting and caressing me as they move upward toward my breasts.

It takes me a minute to figure out what’s wrong.

This feels… intimate.

This kiss is too tender.

My heart gallops as Sal gently caresses my face. His touch feels like he’s worshipping me.

It’s reverent.

Suddenly, his hands feel like they’re tying down bindings, and not the fun kind. I twitch under his mouth, and as he moves up there, I feel less worshipped and more…

Suffocated.

I need him to stop.

What was my word…

“Cats!” I yelp.

Sal freezes. “Gia?”

“Cats. Shit. Just… give me a minute,” I gasp.

Shifting back so he’s sitting at my feet, Sal studies me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I am. I just… I need some space,” I say honestly.

Ugh.

Usually when I tell men that I need some space, they freak out. They’re all so used to taking up space, when a woman states she’s not interested, they have a kind of panic.

Sal looks like he’s fighting that panic.

My heart, already beating hard because of how I feel, crumples. “I just… give me a minute,” I state, shutting my eyes against the sensations roiling through my stomach.

Trapped.

Trapped.

Trapped.

“Gia,” Sal rumbles. “I can…”

“I just need a freaking second!” I snap.