Page 14 of Dangerous Kiss
Her skin trembled with pleasure, and she smiled up at him. Even his ‘Hey’ had so much intimacy in it. She wanted to fold herself into his arms, breath in his woody, spicy scent, press her mouth against his lips.
Jesus. Stop.“How are you feeling?”
She nodded. “I’m good, honestly. Stella’s had me running everywhere, so I’ve not had time to sit and brood. Which is good.”
Cosimo frowned a little. “But you’ve processed what happened?”
Biba didn’t know how to answer him. “It happened. I can’t…let it stop me.”
His eyes were so serious, so intense on hers. “Sweet girl…maybe you should see a counselor? I’m worried about the PTSD aspect.”
God, he was lovely. “I’m honestly okay, Cosimo, I swear. But I appreciate your concern.”
Please touch me, pleasedon’ttouch me. Biba couldn’t look away from his gaze. Cosimo’s fingers reach for her face, then dropped as if he realized what he was about to do. He looked away.
“There’s a mist out on the lake. I’ll be walking down there tonight about ten, if you and caretaker’s dog are around. If you feel like talking.”
Biba could see his cheeks were a little flushed, and she felt her own face burning. She nodded. “That sounds like something I could do.” God, the whole thing was so awkward and yet intoxicating.
“Good. See you later then.” He smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling, then he nodded and walked away. Biba stared after him. Why the hell did this man have such an effect on her? A pulse was beating steadily between her legs, and she wanted to go after him, wrap her legs around his waist and beg him to fuck her…
A cold shower. A very, very cold shower was what she needed now. She turned back and went back to her room.
He watched Biba May talking to Cosimo DeLuca. That was interesting. There was clearly something going on between them if the way they looked at each other was anything to go by. Good. It would mean Stella’s assistant would be distracted, and he could gain access to the blonde.
She haunted his dreams and had done so since he was a teenager. He didn’t care that she was a lot older than him. Her smooth skin and icy-blue eyes made his groin tighten. Soon, he would bury his cock deep into her welcoming cunt, and she would tell him over and over how much she loved him. Then once filming was done, they would go away to his cabin down in the Oregon woods, and there, with his knife, he would show her how much she meant to him before he joined her in the forever world of death.
