Shit!
“What’s the matter baby? I just want to see your body.” He whispers in my ear.
“I want you to but I’m wearing something under this dress that I don’t know what to do about.”
“Let me help.”
I release my breath and let my shoulders fall, which allows the dress to slide down to my waist. He pauses and studies me closely, then walks into the bathroom. He comes back holding a small glass filled with water and a washcloth.
“I’ll get them off for you.” He tugs at the corner of one of the sticky patches and thankfully, it comes off easily. He releases the second one. He stands in front of me gazing at my breasts without touching them. His eyes warm me like the glow of the sun, and I feel perfectly comfortable standing half naked in front of him. He dips the washcloth in the glass filled with warm so apy water and begins to wash my naked breasts. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. He moves the washcloth across my stomach and up to my neck. He leans towards me and kisses my neck then my shoulder. My skin tingles as my breasts rub up against his shirt.
“Your skin is so beautiful.”
I want him to touch me with his hands, but I know he won’t. He places the washcloth and glass on the table and walks behind me. He pulls my dress down and helps me step out of it. I’m standing in pale pink panties and nothing else. He pulls me to him and brushes his lips against my neck.
“Come to bed Ava.” He leads me to his bed, lifting me onto it. Standing in front of me, he unbuttons his shirt keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the ground, kicking them and his shoes off at the same time. He bends down and strips off his socks. I can’t take my eyes off of his sculpted body. He’s toned and lean without being too muscular. A light spattering of dark chest hair creates a seductive trail down his stomach and disappears beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. I sigh and bite my lip.
He walks towards me and spreads my legs so he can stand between them. “I want to wake up with you.”
How am I going to relax enough to sleep with this half-naked god lying next to me? He steps back, and I slide beneath the sheets. He climbs in and pulls me close . He buries his face in my hair and wraps his arms around my torso just below my squeaky-clean breasts.
“Thank you for letting me see your body. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. Buona notte.”
Surprisingl y, I drift comfortably to sleep.
“Buon giorno bella.” Enzo is staring at me as I wake.
“Bella?” I squeak, trying to clear my scratchy morning voice. Enzo is bright-eyed and ready for the day. Oh no , a morning person!
I stretch and remember I’m nearly naked under the sheet. He notices my reaction.
“I hope you don’t mind. I went to your room and brought you something to wear. It’s Wednesday you know.”
Wednesday! The movers are supposed to be at my new place between ten and twelve.
“I’ve ordered breakfast so get dressed. You can shower here.” This is the first time I’ve woken up with a man I didn’t have sex with, but I have to admit it was a very nice evening. I throw on his shirt from last night and go into the bathroom. My clothes are laid out on the lounger in the bathroom along with my hairbrush and toothbrush. He thinks of everything. I jump in the shower and wash quickly. My hair can air dry. I can’t bear the hairdryer again in this heat. I throw my clothes on and join Enzo , who is reading the paper.
“Anything interesting?”
“Not as interesting a s you.” He puts the paper down. “Come sit and e at.”
I gobble two pancakes and have a hot cup of coffee.
“You have a fantastic appetite Miss Bradshaw.”
“For everything Mr. Milano.”
He grins. “We should get going soon.”
“I need to go pack my things.”
“I did that for you this morning while you slept.”
He’s joking right?
“I hope you don’t mind.”
He’s
“What’s the matter baby? I just want to see your body.” He whispers in my ear.
“I want you to but I’m wearing something under this dress that I don’t know what to do about.”
“Let me help.”
I release my breath and let my shoulders fall, which allows the dress to slide down to my waist. He pauses and studies me closely, then walks into the bathroom. He comes back holding a small glass filled with water and a washcloth.
“I’ll get them off for you.” He tugs at the corner of one of the sticky patches and thankfully, it comes off easily. He releases the second one. He stands in front of me gazing at my breasts without touching them. His eyes warm me like the glow of the sun, and I feel perfectly comfortable standing half naked in front of him. He dips the washcloth in the glass filled with warm so apy water and begins to wash my naked breasts. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. He moves the washcloth across my stomach and up to my neck. He leans towards me and kisses my neck then my shoulder. My skin tingles as my breasts rub up against his shirt.
“Your skin is so beautiful.”
I want him to touch me with his hands, but I know he won’t. He places the washcloth and glass on the table and walks behind me. He pulls my dress down and helps me step out of it. I’m standing in pale pink panties and nothing else. He pulls me to him and brushes his lips against my neck.
“Come to bed Ava.” He leads me to his bed, lifting me onto it. Standing in front of me, he unbuttons his shirt keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the ground, kicking them and his shoes off at the same time. He bends down and strips off his socks. I can’t take my eyes off of his sculpted body. He’s toned and lean without being too muscular. A light spattering of dark chest hair creates a seductive trail down his stomach and disappears beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. I sigh and bite my lip.
He walks towards me and spreads my legs so he can stand between them. “I want to wake up with you.”
How am I going to relax enough to sleep with this half-naked god lying next to me? He steps back, and I slide beneath the sheets. He climbs in and pulls me close . He buries his face in my hair and wraps his arms around my torso just below my squeaky-clean breasts.
“Thank you for letting me see your body. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. Buona notte.”
Surprisingl y, I drift comfortably to sleep.
“Buon giorno bella.” Enzo is staring at me as I wake.
“Bella?” I squeak, trying to clear my scratchy morning voice. Enzo is bright-eyed and ready for the day. Oh no , a morning person!
I stretch and remember I’m nearly naked under the sheet. He notices my reaction.
“I hope you don’t mind. I went to your room and brought you something to wear. It’s Wednesday you know.”
Wednesday! The movers are supposed to be at my new place between ten and twelve.
“I’ve ordered breakfast so get dressed. You can shower here.” This is the first time I’ve woken up with a man I didn’t have sex with, but I have to admit it was a very nice evening. I throw on his shirt from last night and go into the bathroom. My clothes are laid out on the lounger in the bathroom along with my hairbrush and toothbrush. He thinks of everything. I jump in the shower and wash quickly. My hair can air dry. I can’t bear the hairdryer again in this heat. I throw my clothes on and join Enzo , who is reading the paper.
“Anything interesting?”
“Not as interesting a s you.” He puts the paper down. “Come sit and e at.”
I gobble two pancakes and have a hot cup of coffee.
“You have a fantastic appetite Miss Bradshaw.”
“For everything Mr. Milano.”
He grins. “We should get going soon.”
“I need to go pack my things.”
“I did that for you this morning while you slept.”
He’s joking right?
“I hope you don’t mind.”
He’s
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