Jeffries again. Simon was too tired to look up, so he just made an acknowledging motion with his hand.
We are face to face with our foreheads touching. My breath is coming fast, my chest heaving in anticipation. I am a cliché; butterflies, tingling and heat swirling through me in the strongest form of desire I have ever experienced.I have two fistfuls of his shirt, and I clench tighter. "What are you waiting for?"
Game playing, red-head loving, malingering fool!He narrows his eyes and I want to kiss the creases that appear at their corners. His voice is gruff and exposed when he speaks."If I kiss you, I'm not going to stop.
I shut my eyes. It’s a threat, but a good one."I won't ask you to. I whisper it against his lips.
The moment I feel his lips brush against mine I want to die. He nips at my bottom lip and pulls back. My hands leave his chest and wrap around his neck.
He smiles against my mouth. I am on my tiptoes, pressed against every warm inch of him. One soft kiss… two…another nip; his kisses are a lot like his personality. He’s lots of teasing; alternating between fast and slow, hard and soft. I am just getting accustomed to his rhythm when his tongue slides in my mouth. I make an embarrassing gasping noise. He smiles again, and it is so sexy I kiss him harder.You look ravishing, he says, kissing me on the cheek.
Thank you, I take the arm that he offers me and we float into the most charming restaurant I have ever seen.So, how do you like Rome so far? he says.
Driving here in the cab, I had seen a city both old and new. Crumbling buildings defiantly stood where they were placed thousands of years before, right in the midst of brand new architecture. It seemed like magic every time you turned your head and get a glimpse of forever ago, like the past was rising up out of the ashes and reminding you she was still there. And then there were the motorbikes and the scooters and the teeny tiny cars that careened and swerved and honked hysterically at everything in their path. The laundry that fluttered merrily on almost every balcony and the way as people walked down the street you heard music drifting out from here and there, providing Italian life with a continuous soundtrack.I wish I never had to leave, I admit. I’ve never seen anything like it. Noah nods and waits for me to be seated before he seats himself.