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“Not like that.” Her cheeks turn a vibrant pink and my dick swells.
“Like what then?” The doorway seems too small for us, but neither of us moves.
She nervously laughs. “You’ve always been so mysterious.”
“What did you expect,tesoro?” I lean closer, and the scent of her fills my nose.
“I don’t know… Dark black leather, a stripper pole in the living room, women hanging around.” She turns, and her breast brushes my arm. A current of energy passes between us. Her pupils dilate, and I’m a second from fucking her, right here,right now.
I anchor my forearm on the doorjamb over her head and lean closer. “I’ve never had a woman in my home.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
Whylingers in her eyes? And the urge to kiss her makes me step back.
Aurora releases a shaky breath, holding my gaze for a short moment. “Thank you, Tristano. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done.”
“It’s fine,tesoro.”
“What doestesoroeven mean?”
Pure lust shoots through my veins. I want to show her exactly what the word means. “If I tell you, I’ll have to kiss you.”
Aurora’s eyes round, but she doesn’t move.
“And since you’ve had a long day, this is when I say, good night.”
“Good night, Tristano.”
“Good night,Tesoro.”
Aurora goes deeper into the room, and I step away. The urge to stand here and watch her strip hits me, but I fight it off.
I return to the living room, satisfied with having Aurora under my room. But there's a problem. How will I keep my dick in my pants around her?
She needs a safe place, not a savage like me, and I won’t take advantage of her.
I’ll wait for her to come to me.
6
AURORA
It still feelsawkward sleeping under the same roof as Tristano. It's been over two weeks since he rescued me from those heartless men, and not a day has gone by that I'm not grateful. His team is still searching for details on Jeff, and I’m left thinking about my life after this is all over.
Regardless of our scuffle over the hotel, he still saved me. That alone has increased my appreciation and respect for him. He’s kept his distance, but every time I stare into his eyes, I feel like my attraction multiplies.
I open the curtains, and the bright rays of the afternoon sun pour inside, filling the room with warmth. I grab the clothes bag by the bedside and empty the content on the bed.
Tristano had more clothes delivered, and I can't stop wondering how he knew my size. I raise a sundress, smiling at the beautiful floral design. It looks more classic and expensive than a casual outfit. When I put it on, it fits perfectly well.
I slide my hands over the dress, thinking about Tristano. The sounds of him in the house, the scent of his cologne, and seeing him day and night. It all makes me feel so…needy.
Only heavens know whether he thinks about me the way I’m thinking about him. He's an attractive, red-blooded man, and I haven't seen him with any women since I step my foot in his house. I can’t imagine him having a girlfriend with me staying here. I walk towards the small mirror by the shelf, peering at myself.
I brush my hair and pull it into a smooth ponytail. The bruises on my face have cleared and I can't explain why I'm so concerned about looking perfect around Tristano. It could be Stockholm’s, but I think it’s more. A mixture of being stuck in this house with him, having a crush on him since I was a kid, and the man is smoking hot. I've had nothing but time to talk myself out of it, but it’s getting more intense. Then yesterday I saw him leaving the bathroom with nothing but his boxers on.
