The Italian's Fake Fiancée

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Warm and sweet, his lips were as they brushed hers, probing, sucking.

That single kiss had unholy pulling power because within seconds it had Paige moaning out as she could not believe Leo was kissing her. And his answering response to that was to hold her tighter and gently pry her lips open.

Because Paige hadn't kissed any man in a long time, she barely contributed to the kiss, which was not a problem because Leo was more than capable of dominating the kiss. He twinned their tongue together, encouraging hers to come and play.

And for the first time, Paige made a move. Rising on her tiptoe she pulled her arms behind his neck, bringing her body flush with his until not a broomstick could pass through them.

Bringing the aching tips of her breast brushing on his chest through the layers of cloth.

The kiss turned hungry at that instant, and he bit her lips. Tasting the metallic taste of blood, he sucked it and with one hand pulled the band that held her blond curls in a ponytail down.

One large hand moved down the length of her back in agonizing slowness and cupped her derrière, squeezing it. Paige threw her head back as spams of excitement quivered through her in a gathering storm. Her fingers gripping his shirt. He latched onto her neck, nibbling, sucking and with their eyes still closed he moved them to the chaise lounge and laid her down there.

A wild look in his eyes.

At that moment all rationality was gone as Leo hovered over her, his face just a few centimeters away from hers and staring into her baby blue eyes. He was about to lean down and brush his lips over hers when they heard.

"There you are Leonardo, I have looked everywhere for you."

Immediately, Leo's back stiffened and in a flash, he lifted off her body and helped her to arrange her clothes and hair while Paige could barely do anything as her hands were quivering from the aftermath of what had almost happened.

Flavia arrived just in time when they had already separated from themselves and stared at the scene with a smile in her eyes. She stared at Paige's wild hair and swollen lips and the wild look in her son's eyes, and Paige could imagine her putting two and two together.

"Mother, what are you doing here?" Leo finally sputtered.

"That's no way to talk to your mother, young man," Flavia chided. She turned to Paige, who was reclining by the chair, her face soft and gentle, and said, "I just wanted to let you know dinner was ready since you both missed lunch."

She gave her son a scornful gaze and then turned to Paige once again taking in her bedraggled hair and smiled.

Stepping closer, Flavia held Paige's hands gently in her own and smiled into her eyes. "Do be fast and come eat mio caro, don't let my son keep you in here."

And with that, she was gone.

Paige's eyes scurried away from where Flavia had been a few seconds ago, and her cheeks started to take on a rosy color. She had never felt this embarrassed in her life. It was as though Flavia knew everything that had happened here and more.

She stole a glance at Leo to gauge his reaction, but he looked unruffled. He was hanging by a tree with one hand pulled into his pants pocket. As she watched, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, bent his head slightly, and lit it.

With the cigarette hanging loosely between his two fingers, he took one long drag staring at Paige with a look she could not understand.

Took another one before he threw it to the floor and squashed it with his shoe.

Then he took her hand and led her away from the garden.

His face was harsh, and strained that was what Paige noticed as they walked side by side. Leo was walking very fast, so fast that Paige had to take several steps for each of his, as they walked in the path bothered by high cypress.

It looked like he was battling with something as his hand on her wrist tightened and his face grew tight with every step they took.

Halfway he stopped and turned to her with a troubled expression on his face, cupping her shoulders. "Paige i..."

Zzzzzzz. Zzzzzzz. Zzzzzzz

The buzzing sound of a cell phone vibrated in Paige's pocket. And she looked up at Leo apologetically then excused herself and stepped back to answer the call. Halfway when she turned to stare at Leo, he was gone.

Paige sighed and picked the call. It was Naomi. From the other end of the line, it sounded like she was in a club. Judging from the sounds in the background. And the blaring music.

Quickly Paige told her Leo kissed her.

"My goodness, he did?"

"Ahhhhhhhh." Paige heard a loud shriek from the other end of the call, and she pulled the phone away from her ear, smiling as she imagined Naomi jumping up and down in her boots. Excited for her.

"Girl quit the noise, why are you making such a ruckus," Paige heard over the phone. Someone was snapping at Naomi. someone that couldn't stand her shout just now.

"Because girl, my friend just got laid! You hear me. I deserve to shout."

Alone in the garden, Paige blushed. She hadn't gotten laid anything, it was only a kiss. Well a kiss that was worth as more as being laid.
When she put the phone back to her ear she could tell Naomi was hungry for the details.

"Spill it," she said. "Well girl, what did you do? Please tell me you kissed him back and not just stand there helpless like most women I know."

At her silence, Naomi groaned. "Paige you are not one of those women are you?"

Paige blushed even though she knew Naomi could not see her face, because that was exactly what she did.

When she found her voice she murmured, "Oh Naomi, it was wonderful. I don't know what to say?"

"Then say, nothing girl."

"I can't believe Leo kissed me. Well, he did until his mother came at the last moment and ruined everything for me," Paige whined.

Catching unto that. Naomi asked, "Do you think he kissed you as part of the charade? Since you said his mother was there. Did the kiss seem real and not like he was acting?"

"How will I know? You know I have only ever kissed one man."

"You don't have to brag about it. It Is not an achievement. Did he seem invested in the kiss or not? What did he look like after it?"

Thinking about it, Paige wanted to cry.

"Oh God, I think he wanted to apologize."

"He did? Did he say the words? You know, like am sorry."

"No!" Paige cried. "But there was this look about him that suggested he was going to apologize the first chance he got. Oh, Naomi, I don't know what I would do if he apologized. You know what it would mean...that he didn't enjoy the kiss like I did."

Naomi sighed, and Paige could imagine her rubbing the space between her brows. "Look at the bright side, at least you got to know what his lips feel like. And it could be possible we are wrong."