The Accidental Affair

Chapter...17

LORENZO'S POV

My hands grip the sides of Aurora's torso, pulling her tightly against me as I anchor her body to mine, our lips locked in a fervent kiss. Her scent, her softness, it's all-consuming. My tongue tangles with hers in a rhythm that's both demanding and indulgent, and instead of any hesitation, Aurora matches me with a hunger that catches me off guard. One hand threads into my hair, tugging slightly, while the other grips the waistband of my pants, pulling me closer with a confidence that makes my blood surge.

She isn't timid, isn't shrinking away from the intensity between us. No, Aurora seems to thrive on it, her body pressing urgently into mine. I slide my hands down to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, her hold on me fierce yet sensual. The feel of her against me, the heat of her body, the way her soft curves mould to my form, is driving me insane.

As I carry her toward my bedroom, her lips never leave mine. It's like she's daring me, spurring me on. Her hands frame my face, her kisses unrelenting, and for a moment, I think about how fragile she looks in my arms. But then there's the way she moves against me, her boldness, her unwavering response, and I know Aurora isn't fragile. She's fire.

When we reach the bedroom, I lay her gently on the edge of my bed, the dim light casting a golden glow across her features. Her dress has already started to slip from her shoulders, and I waste no time peeling it away, layer by layer, until she lies before me in nothing but her bare, beautiful skin.

God, she's stunning.

Her blonde hair fans out across my dark sheets, a wild halo framing her flushed face. Her chest rises and falls with her ragged breaths, and the way her eyes meet mine, blazing, unguarded, makes my chest tighten. She's intoxicating, far more than any woman I've known. The women I've been with before, polished, pristine, cold, pale in comparison to the vibrant warmth of Aurora. She isn't a porcelain doll; she's alive, burning with something untamed that calls to every dark and primal part of me.

I lean down, brushing my lips along her collarbone, then lower, teasing her with featherlight kisses that make her body arch toward me. Her skin is soft, impossibly smooth under my hands as I run them along her sides. When my lips close around one of her delicate, pert nipples, I feel her tremble beneath me, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"Lorenzo," she breathes, my name rolling off her tongue like a plea, a prayer.

Her voice is my undoing.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Aurora?" I murmur against her skin, my hands exploring every inch of her.

Her answer comes in the form of a kiss, desperate and full of need, as her fingers trail down my chest, her nails dragging lightly over the fabric of my shirt. She tugs at it, wordlessly urging me to rid myself of the barrier. I oblige, pulling it over my head in one swift motion and tossing it aside. Her hands are on me instantly, tracing the hard lines of my chest, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

I move lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her stomach, savouring the way her muscles quiver beneath my lips. Her hands find my hair again, and she lets out a soft moan as I nip at her hip, teasing her.

"Lorenzo," she murmurs again, her voice shaky but firm.

I lift my head, meeting her gaze. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes, God, her eyes, are ablaze with desire.

"You're too beautiful," I tell her, my voice hoarse.

She shakes her head slightly, her fingers brushing against my jaw. "You're the dangerous one."

A smirk tugs at my lips as I lean in, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. Her hands slide lower, fumbling with the button of my pants. I let her take the lead, watching her as she works to undo them. The moment they're off, I press myself against her, the contact electrifying.

I pause, my forehead resting against hers as I try to catch my breath. "Aurora, tell me you want this."

Her hands frame my face, her thumbs brushing against my cheekbones. "I want you, Lorenzo. I've always wanted you."

That's all I need to hear.

Before I know it, we're tangled together on the bed, her body beneath mine, her soft skin against my own. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in the feel of her. My hands explore her curves, memorizing every inch, while my lips press urgent kisses to her neck, her shoulders, and her chest.

The way she moves, the way she responds to me, is unlike anything I've ever experienced. She's wild and soft, strong and yielding, all at once. Every gasp, every moan that falls from her lips fuels the fire inside me, and I can barely contain the storm she's unleashed.

"Aurora," I groan, my voice rough and filled with need.

She pulls me closer, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she whispers my name. The sound of it, the way she says it, drives me to the edge of my control.

The world outside ceases to exist. It's just us, tangled together in a haze of desire, the room filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths and the feel of her body beneath mine.

And then, just as I'm about to lose myself completely in her, a soft vibration interrupts the moment. It's faint, coming from the pocket of my discarded pants, but it's enough to make me pause.

Aurora notices, too, her brow furrowing as she glances toward the sound. "Your phone?"

I let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through my hair. "Ignore it."

She laughs softly, her hands smoothing over my chest. "Maybe it's important."

"Nothing's more important than this," I tell her, leaning down to capture her lips again.

But the vibration persists, and Aurora gives me a playful shove. "Answer it, Lorenzo. We'll pick up where we left off."

Reluctantly, I roll off her and grab my phone. One look at the caller ID makes my jaw tighten.

"It's work," I mutter, already regretting my decision to pick up.

Aurora sits up, wrapping the sheet around herself as she watches me. Her hair is a wild mess, her cheeks still flushed, and I can't help but think about how breathtaking she looks right now.

"Go," she says softly, her lips curving into a small smile. "I'll wait."

I lean down, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Don't go anywhere."

She laughs, a sound that's light and teasing. "Where would I go?"

As I step out of the room to take the call, my mind is already racing with ways to make up for the interruption. Because tonight, I'm not letting her go. Not for anything.