Page 108 of Finally Mine
The knock at her door startled her, stirring up her nerves again. It was showtime. Aldo Moretta had no idea how lucky he was about to get.
She opened the door with a flirty smile. “Hi, handsome. Right on time.”
“Wow.”
That was exactly the right reaction, she decided, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Are you hungry?”
She watched his eyes dip into her underwire-aided cleavage.
“Aldo?”
“Huh? I mean, yeah?” He already looked dazed, and Gloria hadn’t even gotten started.Whew. Okay. She could do this.She could seduce a man for the first time in her life.
“Listen, about tonight,” she began. “I have an ulterior motive for asking you to dinner.” She turned away from him. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
She could feel his gaze on her butt and resisted the embarrassing urge to shake it.
“Wine would be good. What’s your ulterior motive?” he called after her.
“Have a seat,” she told him from the kitchen and then took her time pouring him a glass. When she returned to where he sat nervously on the couch, doing her best saunter, he licked his lips.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She handed him the wine. “I’m seducing you.”
He went rigid. Gloria thought about straddling him but decided she should get his consent loud and clear without physical coercion. She sat next to him and smiled.
“Gloria. I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he began nervously. She was surprised he didn’t start inching away from her on the couch. “This relationship is so new.”
“Ten years is a long time to wait for anything, don’t you think?” she asked conversationally.
“Yeah. But this is moving pretty fast, and I want us both to be sure.”
Gloria rolled her eyes. If she got any more sure, her pants would catch fire from the smoldering happening down below. “Is this an ‘I don’t find you attractive’ rejection or an ‘I have a legitimate concern about moving our relationship forward’ rejection?”
“It’s not a rejection,” he said, putting his wine down abruptly and wiping his hands on his shorts. “It’s not. I swear.”
“Aldo. I want to have sex with you. I don’t know how to be more clear than that. If we don’t have sex tonight, it’s because one of us—you—didn’t want to.”
“Jesus. Of course, I want to!”
“I feel compelled to remind you that we promised to be honest with each other at all times.”
“I am being honest. I want to be with you. I want to make love to you until neither one of us can walk or move or breathe.”
“That sounds like a good start. Let’s do that.” She unbuttoned the first button on her blouse and watched Aldo’s pupils dilate.
“I want it to be right,” he said, wetting his lips again in a gesture she found ridiculously sexy.
“Are you still worried about your…function?” she asked. He’d proven exactly how well his talented cock worked up against the back of Harper’s house. If that hadn’t reassured him, Gloria—with her limited sexual experience—wasn’t sure she could help him with whatever was bothering him. “Or do you just not want to function with me?”
He grabbed his wine and took a fortifying gulp. “I’m making a mess of this. Gloria, I swear I used to be smoother, more confident. I would have walked in here and rocked your world and never had an ounce of self-doubt.”
“What’s different from that Aldo to this one?” she asked.
“I’m terrified of letting you down. Yeah, my cock worked. Yeah, I had a wicked orgasm wrapped in your sexy fist. And yeah, I’ve gotten myself off every fucking night since then thinking about that moment when you came on my fingers.”
Gloria wasn’t sure if she was still seated or if she’d melted into a puddle of gooey lust on her rug. Never had sexier sentences been strung together.
Her eyes were at half-mast imagining him gripping his raging hard cock. Fuck.
