Page 47 of Captive Vows
“It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“I’m notworriedabout anything. What I am is impatient.”
“Why do you care if something is wrong?”
He tipped his head lower, intensifying his glare. “Answer me.”
“I was talking with your son and nephew earlier.” I hated to cave. But dammit, he was too much to resist. Too commanding and larger than life to ignore for long. “They were asking me about why I bother to be interested in ballet and care about this audition. And since we spoke, it’s made me feel like my… my passion is wasted and insignificant.”
He huffed a wry laugh. “Your passion is worthy.”
I rolled my eyes and began to turn my head to look at the wall. He stopped me, gripping my chin and forcing me to face him.
“It is inspiring.”
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly as I yanked out of his grip, removing his hand from my face. “Oh, stop. It’s a waste of your time and mine for you to humor me.”
He gripped my chin again, with a little more force. “Are you accusing me of humoring you?”
I arched one brow.Yeah, I guess I am.
“You don’t believe me?” he challenged.
I had no reply ready. I wasn’t sure what the hell to believe anymore. If he wanted me or not. If I was wrong to wish he’d want me. If I was smart to try to resist him. If he thought I was a joke or something valuable. Nothing was clear anymore.
“You inspireme, Gabriella.” He pressed his lips to my cheek as he lowered his hand. The slow, gentle drag of the back of his fingers teased my flesh. In the wake of where he stroked his fingers down my neck, then my arm, and then even lower until he could take my hand in his, he kissed me like he wanted to suckle and savor every inch of my skin.
Holding my hand, he maneuvered, pushing it between us.
Further and lower, he guided my hand until my fingertips brushed against the thick, hard bulge of his erection.
I gasped, stunned by how strongly he could show me his interest like this. This was an answer to stop me from wondering. He was giving me a vivid clue of how he wanted me.
“Don’t ever doubt how you can…” He urged me to cup his long erection trapped beneath his pants. “Fuck. Gabriella…”
I stroked up and down gently, rewarded by his growl. “Don’t ever doubt how you inspire me.”
I didn’t think I could after this. Feeling his rigid hardness in my hand, I knew he wasn’t as indifferent to me as I imagined when he walked away from making out with me a few days ago.
This wasn’t the time for any doubts.
Staring into his eyes, I reached up on my toes to press my lips against his, relishing the instant spike of heat and lust that charged through me as we kissed.
17
LUKA
Gabriella didn’t release me. Not with her lips. Not with her hand on my cock. She kissed me like she’d wither away if we stopped. She caressed me like she wanted to explore. Between both of her moves, she was cautious but eager. Nervous but willing.
And I couldn’t get enough.
Ripping my mouth away to suck in air, I stared down at her. It was too easy to get lost in the depths of her gorgeous eyes, shining so brightly with uninhibited lust. I wasn’t in the mood to be mesmerized like that.
“Do you doubt me?” I pushed into her, letting her feel the erection tenting my pants.
“I…” She shook her head, all that I would allow from her before I grabbed the back of her neck and hauled her closer for another kiss.
She couldn’t fucking dare to deny that I wanted her. With my dick stiff under her careful, uncertain caresses, she felt how badly I wanted her. As I robbed her breath and sealed my lips over hers, she could taste how much she inspired me.
