His grip on my neck tightens.
For a long moment, he just looks at me.
I can see the war happening behind his eyes. The part of him that wants to push me away fighting against the part that wants to pull me closer.
I don't know which side will win.
I don't know if he knows either.
Then he pulls me down.
His mouth crashes into mine.
His tongue pushes past my lips. His teeth catch my bottom lip. His hand fists in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me.
My hands grip his shoulders. My nails dig into the fabric of his shirt. I kiss him back with everything I have.
He groans into my mouth.
The sound vibrates through me. Settles low in my belly. Makes me want things I shouldn't want from a man I barely know.
His free hand finds my hip. Pulls me closer. Closer. Until I'm practically falling into his lap.
I catch myself on the armrests of his wheelchair. My knees bracket his thighs. My chest presses against his.
He doesn't stop kissing me.
His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw. To my neck. To the spot just below my ear that makes me gasp.
"Bruno," I breathe.
"Say it again," he growls against my skin.
"Bruno."
His teeth scrape my pulse point.
I shiver.
Bruno
Her mouth is everything.
Soft. Warm. Desperate against mine.
I could stay here forever. Kissing her. Tasting her.
My phone rings.
The sound cuts through the room like a gunshot.
Antonella pulls back slightly. Her lips are swollen.
But the phone keeps ringing.
"Ignore it," she whispers.
I want to.