Emotion And Sensation
806 Words
They were lying on the grass, admiring the stars, when suddenly Chiara's face frowned. Her cell phone was ringing.
She stared at him for a few moments, unsure of what to do, then took a deep breath and answered.
"Would you please stop calling me? When I have something to tell you I'll call you myself," she said acidly, trying to avoid Carlo's gaze, who in the meantime would have liked to snatch that damned thing from her hands and throw it into the pool.
"You have to talk to me now? After a year of ignoring me?"
What a dickhead, Carlo thought. Only now does he realize what an extraordinary woman he had at his side.
"I have to go now," she ended the call abruptly, but shortly afterward the cell phone rang again.
"What else is there?"
That useless being just couldn't get over losing her. Too bad for him.
The problem was that he was ruining the evening for both of them, too.
"Hi mum, sorry, I thought it was Daniele", she rolled her eyes and rested her head on Carlo's chest
"I don't know when I'll be back, I think next week. I need to think."
To put an end to that unnerving situation, Carlo took the cell phone from her hands.
"Good evening, Mrs. Molero, how are you?" He put up with her worries a bit and tried to reassure her while Chiara stared at him with a strange light in her eyes.
She seemed everything and the opposite of everything. Happy and unhappy at the same time, tempted and frightened by him, accelerated and slowed by herself.
Even the walls had noticed that she wanted it, but she was as torn as he was by their damned situation and by who knows what other paranoia.
To hell with it all, he thought, quickly ending the call and starting to massage her feet.
He needed physical contact, too bad he hadn't found the courage to kiss her yet.
For the first time Carlo Martinez was scared shitless. Of what he felt for her, of her reaction and the consequences.
She looked away, drawing her feet back in fear as if she had actually touched that fire.
She wasn't ready yet, so in the meantime she had to find a way to ease that tension, otherwise she would have definitely rejected him. Alcohol was out of the question, so she tried the classic route.
- Let's watch a movie??
Chiara lit up and even clapped her hands with joy.
Damn, and he thought he was making a fool of himself.
- What if we watched a TV series instead?
- Best !! not a bad idea
They went into the living room and Carlo turned on the cable TV and the Home Theater leaving her speechless.
She, she observed impressed as she scrolled through the long list of TV series.
-The Americans are ahead with this bullshit.
-La casa de Papel, have you seen it?
He felt like laughing spontaneously.
-I usually like a different kind of TV series, but if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me.
That was just an excuse to have her by my side for a couple of hours and seize the right moment to hug her.
He was just dying to take her, maybe even on that couch, on the bed, on the floor and in every square inch of her house. She had so many arrears that if he didn't f**k her, he would surely do it with who knows who, maybe drunk.
He would never allow it. The more he heard her laugh during episodes of Money Heist, the more his desire grew, so during a romantic scene he instinctively took her in his arms praying to God that she would not pull away or block him. He had dignity somewhere too.
She stiffened at first, holding her breath like him.
Then she collapsed exhausted on his chest.
It would have been impossible to hide his racing heartbeat and especially his substantial erection because she was sitting right in front of him. Yet she seemed not to notice or pretended not to notice.
Carlo buried his face in her hair, which smelled almost as fresh as his skin. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Enough, he couldn't take it anymore. He absolutely had to taste that divine and inviting skin, he had to try everything, he thought, moving her hair aside and resting his trembling lips on her neck.
Please let me kiss you, let me touch you. She begged inside herself.
The taste was also absolutely addictive. It was better than all the ice creams in the world put together.
She smelled clean, she smelled fresh. She smelled like home and he wanted to keep kissing her for hours.
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