Page 52 of Dangerous Kiss
Chapter Twenty-One
Biba watched as Cosimo spoke to the press. Since her parents had visited, she had been on edge, close to breaking. Her body ached, and she felt a million years old. Being around other people was irritating to her—except for Cosimo. She wanted all of this to be over so that Stella was safe, and Biba didn’t have to carry this guilt around with her. If only she and Stella hadn’t bickered…Stella might have been at the fireworks that night, and Rich might be alive.
Cosimo was kept busy with the journalists and Biba slipped away into the lounge of the hotel. She called Reggie, wanting to hear her old friend’s voice.
“Hey, Boo.”
“Hey, Reggie…how are you? How’s Mary?”
“I’m good… but Mom’s in a sugar coma.”
Biba laughed, her body relaxing. “Seriously, how’s the pneumonia?”
Reggie sighed. “It’s not good, but you know Mom; she’s a fighter. Any news on Stella?”
“None.”
“I saw the press conference…not sure it’ll do any good.”
“No, neither are we, but we all feel so helpless, Reg. We just have no idea what the hell to do. If he asked for a ransom, that would be something, but it’s like they’ve disappeared into thin air. She could be dead already…” Her voice quivered, and she began to cry softly.
“Oh, baby.” Reggie’s voice was soft. “Don’t cry.”
“I never knew I loved her until now,” Biba sobbed. “She’s a pain in the ass, but I love her like she’s my sister. I can’t bear to think of her scared and alone. Who knows what the asshole is doing to her. Stella’s not as tough as she makes out.”
There was a long silence on the end of the phone. “Darling…I know you. You’re blaming yourself, and that isn’t fair. How were you to know?”
“I could have fought harder.”
“He stabbed you, Biba…no one could have fought harder.”
Biba couldn’t stop her tears. “Reg…”
“Look…do you want to come here? For a few days? To get away from everything?”
Suddenly, that’s all she wanted to do. “I’ll talk to Cos.”
“I can come get you whenever.”
While Biba didn’t want to be away from Cosimo, she wanted to get away from Tacoma, and Cosimo agreed with her. “I want you out of danger, baby. I trust Reggie to keep you safe while we work all of this out.”
They were alone in their hotel suite, late in the evening after a day of press and being around other people; they were both glad of the alone time. Cosimo stroked her face. “You look as if you’re in pain.”
“A little. The doctor said it would be painful as I healed. I just wish…I want to be close to you, Cosimo, especially now, and I feel as if my body is stopping that.”
Cosimo kissed her. “You know, there’s plenty of stuff we can do that won’t strain your wounds.”
Biba smiled. “Show me.”
He undressed her slowly, kissing every piece of exposed skin, his lips tender against her body. His strong fingers stroked the length of her body, brushing over her nipples, making them stiffen and become so sensitive that she could hardly bear it.
Cosimo gently pressed her legs apart, moving down her body to take her clit into his mouth. Biba moaned softly as delicious sensations flooded her senses—this man was an expert, there was no doubt about it. He teased and lashed his tongue around the sensitive bud until she cried out, coming hard, her body shivering through it. A grinning Cosimo moved up to kiss her mouth. “See?”
Biba, a fine sheen of dewy sweat on her face, nodded. “My turn to please you.”
She reached down to take his huge, throbbing cock into her hands and stroked the hot length of it against her thighs. One hand massaged his balls as she moved her other hand up and down his shaft, increasing the pressure and the speed until Cosimo gave a groan, and his cock shuddered and pumped hot, sticky semen onto her skin. They kissed passionately, both wanting more but knowing they couldn’t risk it.
They caressed and explored each other’s bodies for hours until, utterly exhausted, they fell asleep. In the morning, they were awoken by an excited Lars, telling them the FBI had a lead.
