Protecting The Principessa (Complete)

~ Chapter 21 ~

She had to blink a couple of times, wondering if her imagination had actually conjured him up or if her mind was playing tricks. Or maybe she had actually gone to sleep, and this was another fantasy? She shook her head, knowing that none of that was real. He was there, his eyes roaming over her, and she gasped, reaching for the blanket. She hadn't intended on someone entering her room, so the pj's she grabbed weren't ones that left much to the imagination if someone saw them. He cleared his throat and tried to look away, but his eyes kept coming back to her legs and she frowned. He really couldn't be checking her out, could he?

"Are you okay?" he finally asked, clearing his throat again.

"Uh, yeah, why do you ask?" Was he actually concerned about how she was after the club? Was he asking about the kiss? Was it even bothering him as much as it was her? That she would say no on, sadly. Adriano was the type of man that could fuck anyone he wanted so she doubted many left a lasting impression enough on him to make him think of them beyond the current fuck. And she hated that, though she refused to examine why it bothered her so much.

"Heard you tossing in here, figured you weren't asleep yet and wanted to make sure you were okay." 'No,' she wanted to scream, 'I'm not okay but you're the biggest douche and won't talk to me so what's the point in explaining anything?' But she couldn't say that. And actually, she wasn't sure she wanted to get into the dissecting of that kiss, to be honest. Maybe she should just take it for what it was for, a kiss and nothing more? Wouldn't that be the wise thing to do?

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine." She finally looked away from his face and down at her blanket. She didn't need the light on in her room to see him, her eyes had adjusted well enough.

"You're a terrible liar." Her head snapped up and she stared at him before looking back down.

"What does it matter?" He walked into the room and sat on the bed beside her leg. She let out a breath and reached over to turn the lamp on, pulling the blanket up a bit more to cover the rest of her body.

"It matters a great deal. However, it's also me and I don't think you need to lie to me."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not, Ignazia." He paused and his hand moved to rest on the other side of her legs, trapping her under him. She swallowed hard, the image and feel of his body against hers came to mind and she fought the groan. 'Now was not the time, now was not the time,' she had to keep repeating to herself. "Was this about the kiss?"

"No." 'Yes," her mind screamed, contradicting the word that had come out of her mouth. His brow lifted and she shook her head. "Partly."

"Well, don't worry yourself over it, huh? It was just a thing in the club that we were both feeling," he told her, giving her a brief smile.

"Oh, yeah, right, works for me."

"See, Ignazia, no use dwelling on it."

"Agreed." But she did want to dwell. She did want to question. And Heaven help her, she wanted more of those; more of feeling his body against hers, no matter how fucking wrong it was. But she was smart, and if he said no more, he meant no more, at least for the moment. He cleared his throat and eased back.

"What was the other part?"

"What?" She was so lost in her thoughts, in her feelings, that she couldn't even focus on what he was saying. All she could think about was what he was denying them. She sure as hell didn't imagine his hardness, so why say it didn't matter? They came straight home so it wasn't like he had the means to go fuck a chick. Sure, he might have gotten off in the shower, but that still couldn't feel as good as actually slipping into a wet and hot center. Oh fuck, she needed to stop. Finally, she looked at him, saw his smirk, and tilted her head. "What?" she asked again.