Page 25 of Ti Amo

“I want to talk.”

“Too bad. I don’t!” She wrapped the towel around her curves and his chest tightened with disappointment. Did she not know how absolutely ravishing she was to him now? The steam had frizzed her hair making it thicker, untamed with wild curls.

“I understand. I only want you to listen.”

Mira crossed her arms and glared at him. Giovanni exhaled a deep breath. He shook his head smiling. “There’s so little that scares me, Bella. This? Us? I’m out my head.”

When she didn’t respond he tried again. “I lied to you about your boutique. I had it closed twice. I manipulated you because, I don’t know, it’s what I do. What I’m saying is I fucked up, and I have not forgiven myself for it since.”

He closed the door.

The hurt look in her lovely eyes made him feel like shit. He was doing and saying all the wrong things.

“Fabiana—.”

“I don’t want to talk about Fabiana.” She stopped him. “I heard your apology, just go please. I’d like to finish getting ready for bed.” She turned away from him to reach for her nightgown. He seized her in a gentle manner. His hands on her arms, his forehead pressed to the back of her skull. She didn’t resist his touch and he was grateful. “You were right. I was never harmless. I was your nightmare. Have I ruined everything between us? Is it too late?”

“I didn’t mean what I said. You push too hard, Giovanni.” Her voice broke with emotion. She turned to him. She captured his face. “If you would stop trying to prove to me how tough you are and just talk to me, we could learn to understand each other. Talk to me. Help me understand.”

“I am a monster.”

“Don’t say that,” she kissed his lips, his face was cradled in her hands. The tenderness from her made him greedy for control. He struggled between indulging and pushing her away.

“I’m sorry,” Giovanni said. “Losing you hurt so fucking bad Bella. I couldn’t handle it. I just didn’t know loving you would be painful. I wasn’t prepared. Nothing my father, Flavio, nothing they taught me prepared for coping with what… what we lost. I’ve done things…”

“Giovanni, stop.”

He opened his eyes and looked into hers. She was real. Standing before him with forgiveness in her eyes was the woman who haunted him for two years. Could the nightmare finally be coming to an end?

“What are we going to do? We really don’t know each other. So much has happened,” she said her voice quivering. “It hurt me too. Really bad. It still does,” she said and tears dropped from her eyes. “How do we start over?”

Her hands slowly lowered from his face and went down his chest. He stared down into her lovely face drowning emotionally in the beautiful swirls of her eyes. He had lost himself more than once when looking into her eyes. He brushed his knuckles across the side of her face. She seemed to enjoy his touch. Her features softened with a renewed glow of love. Damn. If he lost her again it would kill him. To take her back into his heart was a serious matter. She’d never be free of him again. Should he warn her? What would it cost him if he did? What would it cost her if he didn’t? “Do you know whatti amomeans Bella?”

“I love you.”

“Sí. I love you so much I’ll do anything to make myself worthy. I love you so much that I will never let you go again. Do you hear me? Never.”

She blinked as if she understood. He knew she couldn’t possibly conceive the meaning of his words. But her willingness to learn lessened his fear. “Now you tell me Bella, what will it take to have you love me again?” His voice faded when he felt her hands land on his sides. Every muscle in his abdomen tensed thanks to her gentle touch. She stepped toward him instead of away.

“I swear I never cried as much as I did for youcara.”

“I cried too,” she said.

“Mirabella such a beautiful name for mydonna,” he whispered. “Ti amo cara. I want to make things right for us. Say you love me too.”

She pressed her warm damp body closer to his. “Ti amo,” she said softly to him.

Her forgiveness freed him. She lifted her arms to circle his neck and he positioned her smaller, feminine body up against the bathroom door. She stood on her toes to kiss him. Giovanni unbuckled his belt and ease down his zipper. His mouth covered hers and he devoured her with a deep kiss. Once freed he had to bend his knees a bit to thrust his cock into her tight channel. She breathed deeply. Giovanni continued to thrust with his knees flexed, and drove himself in and out of her silky walls. He loved the way her body responded. Constricting around his shaft as he gritted his teeth trying to withstand the bolts of pleasure shooting up his cock and shocking his spine.

A sweet cry of submission escaped her mouth. Her lips were swollen from his ravishment, her face twisted in pleasure. She hooked her leg around his waist and the tip of her tongue slowly ran over her top lip. Giovanni withdrew the head of his cock then thrust forward repeating the action by working his hips from side to side. He tried desperately to hold back the climax that had build like a tornado in his gut. Damn if she wasn’t too in control. While pinned to the wall with him pumping his length in and out of her she moved her body sweetly. Her nipples did lovely swirls against his chest.

“Faster! Harder! Do me, baby,” she demanded, her nails went down his back.

He sucked her neck hard, licking and pulling the sweet skin between his teeth. She moaned another cry of submission as he pumped his cock up into her with rapid, quick succession. His breathing was harsh against her ear and his pace more demanding than their love deserved. But he had waited so long to feel the warmth between a woman’s thighs again.

He gripped under her ass. He heaved her up the wall and resumed full control. Instructing the way she rose and fell on his thickness by the tight hold to her hip. She held to his shoulders, her eyes closed, her sweet lips parted a fraction. Liquid heat poured over him, every muscle in his body felt aflame as he pushed down his climax once more. He wasn’t ready. Fuck no. He had just begun. Like a man possessed he thrust into her harder and faster. He could feel the melting heat and tremors through her pussy and knew she was coming apart for him. It would be the first orgasm of many he’d give her tonight.So he unleashed as well…

Giovanni lay on the sofa in a t-shirt and black boxer briefs. He had a thick wool blanket thrown over him. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat and the erection in his boxers pained him so much he was rubbing his dick while only half awake. He sat up and looked around. For a moment he blinked, confused. The last rush of thoughts going through his head were those of making love to his woman. It was like a shockwave.It was nothing more than another fucking dream!He glanced to the empty bottle of wine he had placed on the coffee table. Reality cleared the fog covering his memory. He’d gone upstairs to locate a blanket. He must have crashed on the sofa. Which meant she was beyond that closed door still pissed with him. Another dream. One of those miserable fucking dreams he’s had for two years, while mourning her. He hadn’t confessed how scared he was of losing her, or how guilty he felt for her suffering because of him. No, he had pushed her away as he’d done everyone else in his life.

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