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Tomorrow, not tonight, because tonight was about us.
I just wanted to have this time with her.
Just enjoying her, even though we were leaving the room. It didn’t mean I couldn’t still enjoy her.
I’d go back to her place, be there and tackle all the problems tomorrow.
She moved up to kiss me again and savored it.
I savored her.
Chapter 13
Lyssa
“You’re looking at me weird,” Gio said planting a kiss on my forehead.
He was borrowing my words from yesterday. Except I’d been completely absorbed in watching him while he watched me. It was nice and a little worrying all at the same time, because I didn’t know what he was thinking. I thought he might have been comparing me to his memory of my teenage body.
While I definitely didn’t think I looked like some beauty now, I just didn’t get to take care of myself the way I used to. I didn’t have time for going to the gym or getting pampered in a salon or spa. I barely had time to eat these days. Back then no morning would pass me by without seeing me do at least fifty sit ups to keep my stomach flat and a hundred squats to keep my legs toned giving me a firm ass.
Those types of things were so trivial now.
“No, I’m just thinking.”
He pulled me in for a quick kiss. I went back to staring at him as he shrugged into his t-shirt covering up that masterpiece body of his that looked even more defined than it had eight years ago.
He had the same tattoos though. A dragon covered his whole back with the tail curving around to his stomach and then down by his happy trail. Several characters in Japanese were lining the tight ridges and valleys of his abs.
All of them the same tattoos I’d drooled over,
except one. There was a new one on his neck of a cross. I was going to ask about it, but something told me to wait.
“What were you thinking about?” The corners of his lips turned up into a smooth sexy smile. “This morning or last night?” He rested his head against the counter with the granite worktop.
The devil, he smiled at me knowing I wouldn’t have been able to get that out of my head.
One last time at the hotel did indeed mean one last time, but only at the hotel. Not for the night.
It was one in the morning when we got home and we headed straight to my room where we resumed the wild sex.
It lasted all night.
“I don’t think they heard us.” He added, a mischievous flicker in his cocky gaze. “Except maybe that time when you screamed, but I’m pretty sure I got that covered. A spider was in your room and you hate them.”
“I do, but I’m just hoping no one heard me.” It was better to wish for that. On my sixteenth birthday Dad and Marshall rearranged the house so I could basically have the whole upper left side to myself.
They wanted me to have my privacy. It was great, they just didn’t know they were opening the door for complete privacy and easy access for Gio to sneak into my room when everyone was asleep. All of the badness we got up to when we eventually got together was stuff I would never tell anyone. And honestly if I had a daughter, I would have gone crazy if I knew she was getting up to such craziness with a guy nine years older than her. It was funny that whole age thing didn’t feel like it even mattered now, but back then though it really did.
“Matthew wouldn’t have known what we were getting up to. Your Dad though …” the wicked smile that washed over his face pulled at my insides in more ways than one.
The most prominent feeling was that I noticed the tension when he spoke of Dad. It was understandable, even though he’d wanted to see him. Then tension was still there though. It just made me worry that and now the wicked look on his face.
“My Dad what?” I raised a brow.
“I couldn’t have given a shit if he heard us. Imagine it, him worried in his bed while I defile his little girl over, and over again. Fucking hell.” The deep chuckle that resonated from his chest seeped into me.
I shook my head at him.
