He scoots closer to me, reaching for the remote resting on my stomach.
I snatch the remote back, his face inches from mine. “I think you’ll like this movie,” I say with a straight face. “You and the main character have some . . . similarinterests.”
Giovanni relaxes, his body being swallowed by the cushions on the couch. “Is that so?”
“Hmm.”
“Like what?”
“You act like you’ve never seen this movie before.”
“I don’t have time for movies.”
“You seem to have time right now.”
Giovanni doesn’t say anything. I don’t even think he is watching the screen; he’s watching me.
“Well, spoiler,” I say, turning toward him. “He dies.”
He grabs my arm and lifts my body up as if I don’t weigh a single pound. His hand grazes over my collarbone, eye contact still intact.
His jaw hardens. “What is it you’re implying,Nina?” He leans forward, setting the glass down on the coffee table.
My cheeks flush, burning. I choke on my breath as his fingers trail down my arm.
He knows exactly what I mean, and I don’t have the strength to challenge him right now.
“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles.
A tug on my shorts makes me freeze. His subtle touch makes every nerve in my body halt. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to keep my thoughts inside my head.
My hands are shaking.
Get a grip, Nina.
The smell of aftershave comes from his chin as he pulls his mouth close to my ear. I don’t know what I find attractive about him right now.
Hell,everything.
The way he grabs onto me. He’s never touched me like this before. I have no idea what changed. Years ago, he was all talk.
“See how easy it is for me to get under your skin?” The words casually fall from his lips. “Tell me . . .”
He grabs onto my hair, pulling me further into him. I feel every inch of him, confirming my thoughts from the club.
His full attention is on me right now, sending fear through my veins. There is no doubt in my mind: I want a man I cannot have, and he wants me too.
I want his touch to roam freely over my body, with nothing holding him back.
He doesn’t say a word as his eyes devour mine. He understands what he does to me, and now he is toying with my emotions.
His eyes begin to make mine burn.
“If I were to slip my fingers beneath these shorts . . .”
I suck in a gasp of air, slamming my eyes shut.“Gio.”
This cannot be happening right now.