My body clearly responded when Marcello was near, like his cock was a beacon, sending off signals to my undersexed lady bits.
He popped his thick head of black hair out of the driver’s side window. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I rolled my eyes at the prick. “Nowhere, I guess, since I can’t get away from you.”
My mouth watered as he brushed his hair off his forehead. His messy-on-purpose look had me itching to run my fingers through his hair. Unlike Luca, who knew he was god’s gift to women, Marcello was oblivious to his sex appeal… and the effect he had on me.
With an irritated groan, Marcello opened his door, placing one foot on the ground. “Can you get yourself down from there?”
I held up my hands and shrugged. “There’s an upside to falling.”
Marcello got out of the car. “Can you get down or not? If not, I’m coming up there to get you.” He moved onto the grass below me. “Jump. I’ll catch you.”
“I was never good at the trust fall thing in gym class.”
“I got you,” he growled. “Get your ass down here.”
“You have such a way with words, Marcello. I bet you could charm the chastity belt off a nun.”
“Look who’s got jokes.” He shook his head, his jaw set hard enough to cut through steel. I rolled my eyes, and he raised his hand in the air, wiggling his fingers. “You have two seconds before I climb up there, princess.”
“Fine,” I agreed. “Make sure you catch me.”
“Turn yourself around.” He made a twirling motion with his fingers. “Use the brick post as an anchor point and then jump into my arms.”
Trusting people gave me fucking hives. That was not something I freely tossed around to anyone. I tore a hole into my cheek from deliberating my next move. Getting up here was easy, but every time I dared a glance at the ground, my throat closed up.
For a moment, I was back at the ski resort in the Pocono Mountains. Aiden had talked me into separating from the group so we could check out the slopes on our own.
He always sought danger.
We’d ventured to the black diamond slope that was shut down for the weekend. Unfortunately, we learned the reason for the closure too late. They were replacing a fence that kept skiers from falling off the mountain. If Aiden hadn’t grabbed my arm when he did, I would have plummeted to my death.
“Stop fucking around,” Marcello said with an attitude.
“I’m afraid of heights.”
I followed his orders and turned so my back faced him, giving him the perfect view of my bare ass. It was too late to rethink the thong under my short dress. I lunged off the wall, spiraling down like a plane falling out of the sky. Marcello wrapped his arms around my middle, and the force of the crash knocked us to the ground.
He rolled on the grass, moving me on top of him with ease, my chest pinned to his. I expelled the air from my lungs, relieved I didn’t break any bones. My eyes found his blue ones as his cock grazed my inner thigh through his pants. He was packing some serious heat below the belt, like a freaking missile aimed right at me, ready to launch.
Pressing my palm to his chest, I sat up, the sudden movement creating some friction.
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching between us to fix himself. “Stop moving for a second.”
I rocked my hips into his erection, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “So you’re human after all? And here I thought you were a robot.”
I laughed, which earned me a scowl from Marcello. His fingers jabbed my sides as he lifted me off his rock solid hard-on, setting me on the grass beside him. He pushed himself up from the grass with the gracefulness of a tiger. Though, don’t let this beast fool you, because there was a savage prowling beneath his beautiful exterior.
Marcello ran his hands down the front of his pants, ignoring the fact I gave him a raging boner. He busied himself with cleaning off his pants and jacket. God forbid a speck of dirt violated his carefully maintained layers of perfection.
I crossed over the flagstones to hit the button on the call box. A man’s deep voice boomed through the speaker, asking me to state my business at Wellington Manor.
“It’s Alexandrea Wellington.”
The gates opened inward.
Marcello closed the gap between us, his dark eyebrows knitted. “What are you doing?”