They stood holding each other in the middle of her parents’ guest house for long moments, until her body lost some of its tension. She could feel the worry ease from her shoulders and wanted to crawl inside Lorenzo. The tears she refused to let flow, disappeared, and new warmth started to replace the cold. She’d cried enough. Now she needed Lorenzo.
It had been two days too long since they’d made love. She wanted to feel him moving inside her. Wanted to feel the completeness she’d only ever felt with the only man she’d ever loved.
Her hands slipped down of their own volition to squeeze his extremely taut butt cheeks. Damn, but the man has a fine, fine ass.
“Make love to me?” She pulled away enough to make eye contact.
His eyes lit up, only to dim. “You’re in no shape for that.”
“Yes, I am.” She felt like stomping her foot. How dare the man tell her what she was and wasn’t ready for.
“Let’s sit down so you can explain everything to me first.”
When he stared at her like that, she had the insane urge to give him anything he asked for. “If I tell you what happened, you have to promise me you will not do anything. I’ll need your word on this, Lorenzo, because I know once you give your solemn promise, you won’t break it.”
He continued giving her that intense gaze, as if he could make her tell him. She held his stare, trying not to blink. Angel knew how he operated. Gia had told her plenty of times how he could wait an eternity to win a battle, and, looking at him now, she could totally understand. But, in this instance, she would be the winner. If he didn’t swear on his honor, then she would have no choice. She wouldn’t lie, but she would refuse to speak.
“Fine,” he agreed, sitting next to her. “You tell me what happened, and I promise I will not kill whoever did this to you.”
“I need you to swear you will do nothing, Ren.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to swear to do nothing, without knowing what I’m facing here?” He threw his hands in the air.
“You will just have to trust me.” She took a deep breath.
He leaped up from the couch, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. She could see the tremor in his big body and had a moment of guilt. If roles were reversed, she would most definitely want to kill somebody. But this was Lorenzo, not her. She would want to rant and rave, but, at the end of the day, that’s all she would do. Lorenzo, on the other hand, would think nothing of hopping on a plane to LA. She had to protect him.
“It’s not a matter of trust. It’s about honor.” His hand banged his chest. “What kind of man would I be if I allowed my woman to be hurt?”
She patted the seat beside her. “Please come and sit back down.”
At first she didn’t think he heard, or, if he had, he wouldn’t listen, but then she heard him take a huge breath and release it.
“I swear to hear you out, and I promise not to do anything rash. But that is all I can promise, without knowing the full story.”
She knew how much it cost him to give that concession, even if it wasn’t what she wanted. She inhaled, and let it out. This was so much harder than she had anticipated. In her mind it had been so easy. All she would have to do is ask him to make love, and then, while they were both exhausted, she would tell him. Easy as pie! Why, then, wasn’t he falling in line? Taking one last gulp of air, she began to tell him the whole story, not leaving anything out.
Angelina closed her eyes, not wanting to see disgust, or anger, on his too beautiful face. She felt so incredibly stupid and na?ve. How she could have let this happen, kept running through her mind.
The words tumbled out of her mouth like a freight train with no breaks. Once she was finished, she stood up with her hands grasped in front of her, and still he didn’t reach for her. She fidgeted from one foot to the next.
“Andrew Cage is a dead fucking man!” The sound of his voice sent a tremor through her. His tone was flat, with such deadly menace Angelina had no doubt if Andrew had been anywhere near, Lorenzo would’ve made good on his threat.
His lips brushing across her eyes, and then down to her nose, made her smile. His mouth continued its journey down to her lips, gently rubbing them back and forth. Her mouth opened for him, wanting to taste his unique flavor. Lorenzo’s tongue came out, circling, playing with her tongue, licking the roof of her mouth. He didn’t just kiss her mouth, he made love to it.
She was melting into a big pile of goo.
He nipped, first her top lip, and then the bottom, before pulling away and resting his forehead on hers. His breathing was rapid, sawing in and out. She was shocked to find herself in his lap, with her own rapid breaths.
Taking his face in her palms, she brought his mouth back down to her. With a shift, she straddled his body, grinding her core on the hardest part of him. He was as affected by her as she was him, thank you Lord.
The feel of his hard cock pressing against her pussy had her juices flowing. She could feel her panties getting wet, the crease of his zipper another delicious form of torture.
His hands rubbed along her thighs, up to her hips, squeezing her, moving her on him. The shock of pain that ripped from her throat had her falling to the side.