Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
We’ve laughed, talked, and I have to admit that Enrico Ferrara is one hell of a tour guide. Although, half of the time as he spoke about the attractions, I was just staring at his lips, imagining them on me. Imagining being the key word because, well, he hasn’t fucking touched me all day. Not once.
He hasn’t held my hand, grazed my arm with his, or anything. I’ve clung to his back on this motorbike like the groupie that I am, sure, but other than that… nothing. There has been no kissing at all. Not even a peck.
What the hell is going on?
Last night we kissed all night, he was all over me. Couldn’t get enough, today…. nothing. Maybe he doesn’t like me anymore.
Maybe I blurted out too much information about myself this morning. Damn it, why did I tell him my pathetic number of lovers? He probably thinks I’m a dud.
And he would be right. Who has two fucking lovers? Losers, that’s who.
I am getting sick of being the good girl all the damn time. What I wouldn’t give to be wild and free for once.
Rico pulls the motorbike to a stop, and I slowly climb off the back and step onto the road. He turns to me and takes my helmet off. I hold my breath, and he smiles down at me. Does he know what I’m thinking?
“The bathrooms are over there if you want to get changed.” He gestures to the restroom.
“Okay, thanks.” I make my way to the bathroom and into the cubicle to put on my white string bikini. My hands shake nervously. I try and stretch the fabric over my behind, but this bikini feels so freaking small now that I have to go out there in it. I put my face into my hands. I’m a ball of nervous energy. He has me tied in knots.
I take out my phone and text my best friend Natalie. She’ll probably be at work but this is the first time I’ve had a moment alone to text her about last night… and today. Holy crap, there’s a lot to tell her.
Hi, I’m at the beach in a bikini.
Been on the back of a god’s motorbike all day, sight-seeing.
I’m totally loving Rome xoxoxox
I hit send.
“Okay, let’s do this,” I whisper out loud to myself. I exhale heavily and fake confidence before I walk out to the beach.
Rico is waiting for me, wearing black shorts… only shorts. He’s super tall and has a broad chest with a scattering of black hair covering it. His tanned, olive skin is rippled with muscle. I count his six pack of abs. I stop still on the spot as my breath catches.
Holy fuckballs.
Rico’s eyes drop down my nearly naked body and he bites his bottom lip to hide his smile. “Hello,” he purrs.
“Hi,” I breathe as the air leaves my lungs.
“Nice swimsuit.” He raises a brow.
I adjust the top to try and cover more of my boob. “Thanks. It felt bigger in the store.”
He drops his head, as if stopping himself from saying something he shouldn’t. “Shall we go over here?”
“Uh-huh.”
He gestures for me to walk in front of him, and I die a little. Oh, God, he wants to watch my behind as I walk. It’s going to be jiggling to hell.
“No, after you, I insist,” I say.
He smirks, and we walk side-by-side over to the beach. “Do you want to get a deck chair?”
“I’m happy to lie on the sand.”
He stares at me for a beat. “On your back on the sand it is.”
That statement sounded so sexual that it’s just ridiculous.
We find a spot, and he lays out the two towels before he lies down on one. I sit beside him. He closes his eyes and puts his face up to the sun. “Sol has been good to us.”
I slide down beside him. “Who?”
“Sol, the god of the sun.”
I smile dreamily as I close my eyes. “How do you know so much about your country’s history? You’ve rattled off everything today like a professional tour guide.”
“It interests me.”
“Thank you for today. It’s been amazing. I appreciate you taking the time to show me around.”
“The day is not over yet, bella,” he murmurs with his eyes closed.
I stare at him for a moment. Why hasn’t he touched me?
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Is there something wrong?”
“No, why?”
“You haven’t touched me today,” I whisper.
His eyes come over to me, and he rolls on his side to face me. “Why do you think I’m lying here with my eyes closed?” He picks up my hand and kisses my fingertips. “I haven’t touched you today because I know that if I did, I may not be able to stop. My attraction to you, Olivia, is stronger than I am.”
I smile softly.
“I dragged myself from your side last night, and then when I got home…” His eyes darken and drop to my lips. “I jerked off for two hours trying to get my cock to go down. He wanted you so fucking bad.”