Giovanni POV
“What are you doing? This is not the time for this” I said trying to reach for the door handle.
As I reached for the door handle, her hand shot out, holding my wrist with a gentle but firm touch.
Her fingers trailed down to my chest, raising the hairs on my skin, before coming to rest on the sensitive skin of my lower abdomen.
I felt a thrill run down my spine as her hand continued its downward path, her fingers brushing against the fabric of my pants.
“Stop!” I whispered in a low voice, my voice barely audible above the sound of my own ragged breathing.
I grabbed her hand, trying to stop its movement but she resisted.
I added,” People may see us”, my face inches from hers with my heart racing in anticipation and fear of discovery.
But she just smiled, her lips curling
