{GIOVANNA}
She finally fell asleep.
I peeled a sheet of hair from my collar, which blazed after hours of lying still under a comforter.
I would've been uncomfortable if I weren't in slacks. She was so goddamned tempting.
I trailed my fingers over the hills and valleys of her curves, starting with her cheek that was stuck to my chest.
My touch wandered down her neck and across her shoulders to the arm that rested on my torso. I swept back, following her ribs, stomach, and hips, stroking the thigh that lay on me.
She was cooking me from the inside out.
I grabbed her leg, but instead of moving it, I squeezed her hip. Then I inhaled a stream of curses.
Holding her was nice, but I hated the sexual frustration.
Her bound hands and pouting lips were enough to work me into a frenzy, which had made me feel like a depraved asshole.
I didn't want to scare the woman I would marry, but that half-open mouth begged for a kiss. I could take it further. She wouldn't stop me.
No.
