Page 62 of Pomegranates and Olive

Destiny, perhaps?

And what about Deniz? What does he really think?

He said that he likes me. He said he wanted to give me an adventure, but how real, how long-lasting, would that be?

And what if I do go on an adventure with him only to have it all to fall apart? Jesus, I could never be able to face my family again.

I’ve really screwed things up… and now he’s leaving for good and I don’t know what to do about it.

"Russo."

I jerk my head up, forcing myself out of my thoughts to find Deniz standing in front of me. I gasp as I take in his tight, black shirt, his tattooed arms, tanned and sinewy. His denim jeans hug his hips and thighs and his smouldering grey eyes are burning into mine with such passion that it makes me wonder if I might be dreaming.

"Yilmaz!"

He holds his hand out to me. My desire for him outweighs all rational thought. I don’t even hesitate. I’m on my feet, my hand is in his and I grin over my shoulder at my cousin and her friends as I leave.

Neither of us say a word as we walk down Bar Street before turning up into the labyrinth of narrow streets that make up the more traditional, older part of Bodrum. The tiny bars along the back streets are quieter with the tourists preferring to stay on the main strip, but the coffee shops are full, mostly with locals sipping on their Turkish coffee, theirnargilesmoke wafting out onto the street. We finally stop walking in front of a shiny, black motorcycle. He unlocks the top box handing me the helmet within. "You ever ridden on a motorcycle?"

I shake my head as he hands me a helmet which I nervously accept.

"Do you trust me?"

I nod my head which is all the more difficult with the added weight of the helmet which I’m struggling to get on. He taps the helmet twice allowing it to drop tightly around my head before helping me climb on, not an easy feat in my skin-tight dress and Ginny's Christian Louboutin stilettos that she nabbed for £30 in a thrift shop off Portobello while shopping with her friend, Meg. It was a good thing I’m wearing underwear (not that I wouldn'tnotwear underwear) or I would have flashed the kebab shop opposite as I pulled my dress up and threw my leg over the seat.

Deniz kick starts the engine and the machine roars to life. I can feel its power vibrating between my legs. Ooh, I’m sure this is even better than Rosie’s purple monstrosity. I wrap my arms around Deniz tightly, and snuggle close enough to smell his cologne, close enough that mymiciowas pushed against hisculo, as we take off.

I’m more than a little nervous as we race up the windy back streets and not just because this was my first time on the back of a motorcycle. I don’t think it would have mattered if I had nerves of steel, my insides were churning with a mix of terror of my own mortality as the motorcycle leans into a curve on the narrow road and the innate fear of getting down and dirty with this man who, let’s be honest, makes me crazy most of the time.

Arriving back at his family home behind the factory, Deniz climbs off the bike and wraps his strong hands around my waist as he lifts me off the motorcycle. I take off the helmet and toss it aside just as he pulls me against his chest. Our bodies become one as he crushes his mouth onto mine, kissing me with an urgency that’s hot as hell. His tongue is in my mouth in an instant, probing, tangling with my own as he explores me, his hands all over my ass, while simultaneously grinding his hard-on against my already swelling lady bits. My fingers run themselves through his thick hair before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him even closer. A low rumble escapes his throat as he nips my lower lip, sucking it deeply. I moan in reply as he releases my mouth. Every kiss with Deniz has a kind of passion and intimacy that I've never experienced with Luca. It’s causing absolute chaos to erupt between my legs. I tighten my thighs but that only increases the pressure on mymicioand I squirm as the heat rushes through my body. I yearn to be touched, for this build up to be released... a lifetime of build-up... and I want Deniz to be the one that accomplishes the task.

Deniz throws open his front door and leads me upstairs to his bedroom. Again, I follow him without question. At this point, I think I would have followed him just about anywhere although I can’t really explain why.

"You look beautiful tonight."

I'm wearing Rosie's strappy, black slip dress with an intricate cross-over back detail. It's got a chic sensuality and it definitely makes the most of my Russo curves.

I nod again, still not trusting my voice enough to speak.

"But I think you'll look much better out of that dress." He turns me around and chuckles. "Okay, I might have an architectural degree but I'm still going to need a few minutes to work out how to get you out of this thing."

I turn back to face him and put my arm behind me. "Here, let me."

Grabbing the end of the tie I pull at it gently and my dress drops to the tiles exposing my breasts to him.

He sucks in his breath as he gazes at me. "Your breasts are perfect, like pomegranates, swollen and ripe." He reaches out and runs his thumbs back and forth over my swollen nipples before leaning forward and growling in my ear. "And your nipples are dark and juicy, like an olive that I can't wait to taste."

He squeezes my nipples causing heat to rush between my legs and a sigh of longing escapes my lips.

Deniz picks me up and lowers me onto the soft cushions on his bed before kissing me again. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shake my head.

"Verbal, please."

"No."

Deniz pulls his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside before he fastens his lips around my nipple. He sucks on it until it is harder and tighter than ever before while pinching the other, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He then alternates ensuring both of my nipples are given the same attention.

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