Page 52 of She Belongs to Me

Sex wasn’t supposed to end so sweetly, with the man enjoying the moment enough to caress your body as you drifted off to sleep.

Was it?

Nico

I’d done some stupid as fuck things in my life. I was certain my mother could list at least a hundred various things that had either almost cost me my life, or caused a severe injury or time spent in jail. The time I’d driven a car I wasn’t familiar with in excessive speeds while rounding curves had likely been top of the list and would be there forever.

It had been reckless, the car totaled while I’d come out without a scratch. My father had never let me live it down. I’d spent summers for five years ‘trying’ to pay for the car. Right. It had been to teach me a lesson.

Especially since I’d been thirteen when I’d taken it without permission. What I’d just done was pretty close to that. My dick had been doing the thinking. I’d had every intention of leaving the room, but when Alexandra had asked me to stay, I’d lost myself in wanting to protect her.

And caress her.

And fondle her.

And fuck her.

I stood with one hand on the now closed glass door, staring out at the shimmering lights of the pool while I sipped on what was left of the bottle of wine. It was late or early, depending on how you looked at it.

I’d need to take a shower soon and get ready for business.

That was the last thing I wanted to do.

I really wanted to stay right here, but that wasn’t an option. This wasn’t a fantasy where the two of us could remain for as long as we wanted.

My eyes were burning as much as my cock was throbbing.

I’d told her there was no turning back. I never said anything I didn’t mean, but the idiocy of doing so meant I’d just landed myself the strongest weakness I could ever have. Maybe my father’s ghost was laughing.

Hissing, I threw back the rest of the wine. On top of the catastrophic position I’d placed myself in, I was likely to have a wine hangover. Well, I deserved it.

After she fell asleep, I should have grabbed my clothes and left.

But here I was.

Maybe I was a glutton for punishment.

Stop fucking feeling sorry for yourself or trying to deny how you feel. This is exactly what you want.

Yeah, that was the truth. I could do my best to shove her aside as I’d unsuccessfully done before, but that would only alienate her to the point the break might not be healed.

While the consequences were high, the thought of losing her was much worse. It wasn’t just all about chemistry either, although there was plenty of that. What we shared was more intrinsic. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I would need to try to get just a couple of hours’ sleep or I wouldn’t function the way I should the next day.

My phone was still in my trousers along with my weapon. I needed to glance at the cameras that were currently installed to make myself feel better if nothing else. Too early. Too great of a distance.

But I always followed my gut.

I placed the empty glass on the table and headed around the bottom of the bed. By the time I got to the other side, Alexandra had thrown off the covers, revealing her long legs and voluptuous body. She could stop any man in his tracks.

By the time I grabbed my trousers, pulling the phone into my hand, she’d rolled onto her stomach. Filthy thoughts entered my mind. Ignoring them, I ran my finger across the screen of my iPhone, shifting to the security system. Camera by camera, I searched the night, the lens angles providing an excellent picture of the grounds and gate.

I could rest easier for now, but as one day shifted into the next, that wouldn’t be so easy.

Her moan caught my attention and I immediately jerked my head in her direction. She was writhing on the bed. Dear God, the woman was tempting. My mind shifted to when she’d called mecumpari. Godfather. I had a feeling she’d used the Italian term on purpose because it held two meanings.

She was feisty and could be spiteful, which was something else I adored about her. As her little sleep-filled sounds continued, another rush of need and emotions startled me and words slipped from my mouth in Italian before I could think about them.