Mafia Legacy (Book #1 - Mafia Series)

Part 11

Fire.

Gabriella's body was on fire. There was a lingering touch all over her skin, taunting her. Her mind was hazy, like a dream. She could feel a warmth coming from behind her and she stretched and pressed into it, her lips parting. There was a rocking on her hips, lost moans on her lips.

It felt good.

She tilted her neck to the left, kisses on her throat. She didn't wanna wake up. Her head was buzzing, pulsating with a foreign pain. Her body was throbbing, and it felt like hands were caressing every inch of her. This time she moaned louder as she gave in to the feelings. Her nipples were hard while a wave of wetness spread between her legs.

More.

As Gabriella fought the urge to rub her thighs together, a wave of reality hit her. The hands felt too warm, the mouth on her neck too moist... She jumped up from the bed, falling on her back. Her chest was heaving as she turned her head to see a very focused Niccolo.

His eyes were narrowed, filled with need as he watched her face, confused about her reaction. "Oh god," she said, burying her face in her hands. "Not dreaming."

And then she heard a chuckle.

"I was gonna be offended but, I mean, if you're having sex dreams about me, I'll take it."

Yup. Dying. She was dying. Maybe that window was high enough that she could throw herself from it.

"I- I... I'm not wearing pants," she pointed out as she felt the cold air running across her skin.

"Don't blame that one on me," he said as he sat up in the bed, his erection more than obvious through his tight briefs. "You were like that when I came out of the shower. Waiting for me on my bed."

"We- what..." Except for a few hazy memories, everything was fairly clear. Although she didn't remember falling asleep. But - the kissing... "I sat on you."

"Yes you did," he said with a grin.

"I ki- ohmygod." She came on to him, she kissed him... and... and he didn't do anything. He... didn't do anything. It felt - out of character from him. Unless it went along with his plan of confusing the heck out of her all the time.

It only made her ask herself the same question over and over again: how did he draw the line between what was acceptable and what wasn't? Murder? Sure. Drunk girl? No. Regardless of the answer, he had left her untouched.

"Thanks." The word was stuck in her throat for a second. She never thought she'd be having this conversation.

"For?"

"Turning me down. Pushing me away."

"I wouldn't take advantage of you like that."

Was he... offended? His features were neutral, but his voice was tight, the words articulated so well like she had struck a chord.

No, he wouldn't be. He couldn't be.

"I know."

A knock on the door prevented the conversation from going any further. The second the sound echoed in the room, Gabriella heard a quiet annoyed sigh coming from Niccolo. He jumped to his feet, heading for the door with a fury she had never seen in him before. He swung the door open violently, nearly causing the knob to lodge in the door.

On the other side of the door, his right hand was trembling.

"What?"

"I- I'm sorry, it's just hm..."