Page 28 of Beloved
Perfect.
I’d read about how men kissed in books. I’d fantasized about what the first one would be like, but my God, I was still tingling all over, completely electrified.
I’d learned his name.
I’d spent an evening with him.
The moment had been magical. I slunk against the exterior wall, pressing my fingers across my lips. I wanted more than anything to call Sedona, but I’d made a promise that I intended on keeping.
After another couple of minutes of enjoying the moment, I headed toward the kitchen door.
Oh, shit.
My father’s office light was on.
Fear threatened to cripple me. I had to pass by the window to get to the kitchen door. Glancing at my sweet Golden, who was staring at me intently, I pressed my index finger in front of my mouth, grateful that when she was a puppy I’d taught her some sign language.
I’d done so in case of an attack, not for this purpose, but my good girl seemed to understand.
Crouching low, I moved under the window to get to the other side, but not before catching sight of a group of people inside.
Including my godfather. Giovanni Pollizi was my father’s age, his best friend and the Cosa Nostra Don.
He’d been at my christening, every birthday and Christmas celebration. If he had a son, I knew he would be the person I would marry.
Who was the third man?
I crept to the other side, pinning myself against the wall and daring to peer in.
While the third man was standing in such a way I could only see his face in silhouette, I noticed he was much younger.
Whatever the three were discussing, I could tell they weren’t arguing. In fact, my father lifted a glass in salute, all three men touching their crystal. Dying to know, I risked getting as close to the glass as possible, straining to hear.
“The venture will be successful,” my father mentioned.
“A new chapter,” my godfather added. “Business overseas in America.”
The stranger laughed, a unique sound that I could tell was done out of happiness.
Dear God. Was this the man my father would introduce me to?
I shuddered from the thought and rushed toward the kitchen door just in case their meeting concluded before I managed to move past the office door.
No longer able to arm the system, I only hoped my father would think one of his soldiers had disarmed the unit in preparation of his guests.
By the time I reached my room, my stomach was full of knots, my pulse racing. With the duffle bag hidden, I quickly threw on my pajamas, crawling into bed.
Getting caught would destroy what little happiness I’d found.
As I rolled over and closed my eyes, I envisioned Kazimir. He was so handsome, so incredible. I fought a giggle threatening totake over. He’d also been rock hard, his cock pressing into my stomach.
With his chiseled face still in my mind, I slipped my hand under the waistband of my jammies, sliding my fingers between my legs. My pussy was hot to the touch, already aching from just spending time with him. My lips were swollen from the roughness of the kiss, my cheeks lightly chafed from his beard. The sensations would be gone in the morning.
But the ache in my core was something that would last for a long time. I flicked my finger across my clit, taking shallow breaths to avoid moaning. I didn’t need much, my cunt already throbbing from the desire that had lingered after the time spent with him.
The vision of his face lingered in sweet shadows and I bit back a moan when I pinched my hardened nub. If only he was here with me, his fingers touching me. His lips kissing me. His cock…
I shoved my legs down, pressing the heel of my hand against my swollen lips. I wanted him to be my first. I didn’t care who he was or if he was the bad man I’d accused him of being. I wanted him to take my virginity.
