Page 58 of It Kills Me
“Everything alright? You seem to be in a foul mood.”
His eyes remained glued to mine for several seconds, just watching. “Yes, sweetheart.” There was still a bite to his voice, but he forced it to leave his throat. “I have tickets to the opera when I return. Would you like to join me?”
“Sure.”
I was soaking in the tub when his text appeared on my phone. Where are you?
In the tub.
Let me rephrase my question…why aren’t you here?
I didn’t realize we had plans.
Don’t play dumb with me. We’re supposed to have breakfast together tomorrow morning.
Sorry, it’s been a long day.
Soak in my tub. With me.
That was the only thing that could entice me to get out of this tub…that big, sexy man. Will there be spaghetti?
Whatever you want, Pretty.
I dried off then headed over to his place, an entire building that had a great view of the Duomo from his master bedroom. When I pulled behind the iron gates, there were men stationed on the property, but they didn’t look at me after I checked in. I parked my car in his underground garage and took the elevator to the bottom floor.
The second the doors opened, he was there.
Standing in his gray sweatpants without a shirt, his hands in his pockets, a playful smirk on his lips.
It was hard not to stare, because damn, those sweatpants were snug…
My heart fluttered like the wings of a butterfly at the sight of them, at his chiseled arms and soft blue eyes. There was a shadow across his jawline, stubble that looked rough to the touch. My insides squirmed like this was the first time I’d come over.
His arm circled my lower back, and he brought me in for a kiss.
My hands immediately felt his hard chest, and his skin was warm like bathwater.
He grabbed the bag over my shoulder and carried it for me. “Come on.”
We went upstairs to his master bedroom, the place the size of a large apartment in Florence. He set my bag on one of the couches. “The bath is ready.”
“You know how to draw a bath?” I asked in surprise.
“I said the bath was ready, not that I did it.” He scooped his fingers into the waistband and pulled his sweatpants down, along with his boxers, and showed his dick that was already hard.
I forced my eyes up so I wouldn’t stare.
“You can look at it, Pretty. You know I love to look at yours.” He stepped into me, his big hands moving to my hips and gripping me hard. His head dipped, and he kissed the corner of my mouth before his fingers slid under my top and slowly pulled it over my head, revealing a lacy white bra. He looked down at me, right into my cleavage. “You look good in white.”
“You look good in nothing.”
A subtle smirk moved to his lips as he unfastened my jeans, getting them loose before he tugged them down, getting the matching thong off my ass and down to my ankles.
I stepped out of everything, including my shoes, and then his fingers effortlessly unclasped my bra and let it come loose.
He pulled me to him and pressed a hungry kiss to my shoulder. “You’re fucking beautiful.” His big hands squeezed one of my cheeks before he scooped me up in a single arm.
My arms circled his neck, and I kissed him as he carried me into his bedroom and then the bathroom, which was also enormous. It had a shower with two heads and a tub that looked like a spa.