His hands were everywhere, sliding over my skin with a confidence that made me gasp. Giovanni's mouth was hot against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear and I arched into him.
"Arya," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so-"
His body pressed against mine, all hard muscle and heat. Sweat glistened on his chest, and I couldn't stop myself from running my hands over the defined planes of his abdomen, feeling them flex under my touch.
"Giovanni," I moaned, her head falling back as his lips traveled lower…
"Arya."
The voice was insistent now, cutting through the haze of the dream.
"Arya, wake up. We’ve landed!”
I jerked awake violently, my eyes flying open to find Giovanni standing beside my seat, looking down at me with an expression I couldn't qui
