Every hair on my body stands to attention.
Fuck.
She smiles softly against me and parts her lips ever so slightly.
“That’s it,” I whisper. I trail my fingertips down her arms and feel the scatter of goose bumps on her skin. I take her hands, and she closes her fingers around mine.
She likes it.
We kiss again and again. “Open your lips,” I whisper.
She does as she’s told, and my tongue gently swipes against hers. “Oh,” she murmurs as if surprised.
I smile against her. “You’re a very good kisser, Francesca.” I hold my forearm out. “Look, goose bumps to match yours.”
She bites her bottom lip to stifle her smile. “Do you always kiss strangers in bathrooms?”
“No.” I lean forward and kiss her again. “You’re the first.” I snake my arms around her, and we move closer together.
The blood is rushing around my body at high speed and pooling right between my legs. Her eyes widen when she feels it.
Shit, she’s not this kind of girl.
What am I doing?
“I’m sorry,” I apologize as I take a step back from her. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I can’t help myself, you’re just so beautiful.”
She steps toward me, closing the distance. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“My God, yes.” I kiss her again as I hold her tight. This time she kisses me back immediately, her hands trail up over my shoulders and I…my eyes close.
Fuck.
For someone who’s never kissed before, she’s doing a damn good job of it.
“Can I see you again?” I murmur against her lips.
“I’m not allowed to date.”
I pull back to look at her and frown. “Says who?”
“Everyone.”
“Can I call you?”
“I don’t have a phone.”
“What?” I screw up my face. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not allowed to have a phone.” She seems embarrassed.
I stare at her in confusion. “Are you brushing me off?”
“No.” She goes up onto her toes and kisses me. “I promise, I’m not allowed.”
I stare at her, everyone has a phone. Is she lying?
“You have to believe me.”
“Why can’t you have a phone?”
“Because I have a guard with me at all times and-” She cuts herself off with a shrug.
“All the time?” I gasp.
She nods.
“Well, how am I going to see you again if you aren’t allowed to date and you’re always guarded?” I demand, indignant.
“Maybe you can come back and visit,” she says hopefully as if a plan is taking place in her mind. “Yes. Do that. Come back over and visit my brother.” She looks toward the door. “We have to go, he’ll be suspicious.”
I clench my jaw as I search for an answer.
Well. This sucks.
I meet the most beautiful girl in the world and I have no way of contacting her.
Just my fucking luck.
“Will you still be here if I come back tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
We kiss again, it’s sweet and unexpected and man…it does things to me.
I’m a hot mess down there.
I’ve kissed a lot of girls, none have ever affected me like this.
With one last look she walks out of the bathroom and downstairs as if totally unfazed.
I stare after her with my heart nearly beating out of my chest.
Huh?
I stand on the spot and deep breathe as I try to contain myself, I pull my shirt out of my pants to cover my hardened dick.
The fuck was that?
With shaky legs I walk down the stairs and out onto the patio where they are now sitting. Everyone turns their attention to me, and my mom glances up and smiles, I fake a smile and go up onto my toes.
This is awkward.
“Are you studying?” Enrico asks me.
“I start university in the new year.”
“What are you studying?”
“Double degree, commerce and law.”
“That’s incredible,” Olivia gushes. She turns to my mother. “You must be so proud.”
“I am.” Mom smiles.
Enrico’s eyes hold mine and he tilts his chin to the sky as if annoyed.
What is this dickhead’s problem?
Francesca bites her bottom lip to hide her smile and I get the feeling that she liked my answer.
“Are you still at school, Francesca?” my mother asks her.
“Yes, hoping to study interior design when I finish,” she replies shyly.
I catch myself smiling goofily over at her and I snap my eyes away.
Keep it together, fool.
“We should get going, Giulio,” my mother says as she stands.
So soon?