Dangerous Desires

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

LILY

"I...uhm. I should probably get going."

Is Tiffany still here? I had already tuned her out.

"I'm sorry Lily. Get well soon."

I eye her suspiciously. Everything she says doesn't make sense. Get out bestie!

She mouths with a mischievous glint. "I don't want to be the third wheel. You two obviously have something going on." Her voice increases two volumes louder. "Take care of my friend, Luca."

"I will." He answers without turning around. We remain in the same position until Tiffany's car fades out. Luca redraws his finger and I almost whimper in pleasure. He raise his finger to his eye level and succinctly examine it. His finger is wet. And sticky. My face is red with embarrassment. Luca stands up and without asking carries me in his arms. "You should rest now."

I'm about to protest that I can walk but I decide against it. His arms are so warm and strong. He drifts towards my house and kicks the door open with his leg and enter in. He is about to turn in the direction of my room but stops on the spot. I know it would be too awkward for the two of us to stay in such intimate space.

He enters the kitchen instead and drops me to the ground so that my ass is half sitting, half leaning on the dinning table.

I place my hands on either side of the table for support. We're so close. I can smell his cologne. I wince as I try to straighten my ankle.

"Does your ankle hurt?" His eyes are beautiful. I nod unable to utter a word. He steps closer touching me but not touching me. His fingers skim my bare shoulder lightly like a feather touch and our eyes lock and slowly he lowers himself...as his finger rolls from my body. Too slowly.

From all the books I have read, I know how it always end when a man lowers himself infront a woman and stop just below her waist.

He lifts my ankles and starts massaging. I nearly trip over.

Oh well, this isn't what I was expecting.

I immediately stable myself by placing my quirky fingers on his broad shoulders. Our position looking very compromising.

He drops my ankle carefully after massaging it. "Where else does it hurt?"

I point lamely at my knee. He begins his ministration on my knee. His fingers on my knee are so hot and ticklish. He twitches it in a certain direction and I gasps...in pain or pleasure? But it sounded more like a moan in my ears. I grip his shoulders more strongly, pinching and clawing at his shoulders. His ministration is causing a miracle somewhere else, my center is throbbing in pleasure, heat growing in my thigh.

I close my eyes tilting my head and letting a quiet moan slip out of my lips as his fingers move higher above my knee. "Where else does it hurt?"

My eyes fly open to catch him watching me. I know we're both talking about a different kind of a pain. There's an ache below my waist, between my thighs, the bud on my t**s, my lips. I'm embarrassed to point out but since he's asking? "Everywhere."

He gently rise and hover above me. He bends his head, our faces just inches apart, nearly pressing into each other. He places his hands on either side of me, not quite touching me but I can feel his heat. We breath in each other. Our eyes equal fervour of hunger. My heart is beating 10x faster, my breath is ragged and disoriented. Luca shakes his head as if he is fighting an inner battle within himself.

"Do it." I whisper against his lips encouraging him.

His warm breath blows against my parted lips making my n*****s to pucker hard and nearly burn a hole through my sports bra. "This is wrong Lily." Luca appears unaffected by our proximity, only that his voice is edgier than usual.

"I know." I breath out the words. My heart is thumping in my chest and threatening to burst out if there is another second delay. So I stop thinking, and act. I move my head further still, raising and tilting it to the side, my lips press against his lips. Slowly. Softly. Sweety. I fling my arms around his neck. His lips part...

"Lily!" We both jump up like thieves who have just been caught red-handed and quickly shift away from each other as much as possible. Luca broad body moves from my front allowing me to have a clear view of the intruder. The sight of the intruder cause my chest to squeeze tightly.

My mom.

My mom is just a step into the living room, a better part of her body is still outside. Her shoulders are slack, mouth agape, shock boldly written across her forehead. We must have been so lost in our own world that we didn't hear her drive in or open the door. I wonder how long she has been standing there. What did she see? Why is she back so early? She looks between us with a questioning glare.

"Lily was injured. I was just helping her clean up." Luca points lamely at my plastered leg.

I nervously stare at my mom waiting for her to pass the verdict. Mom remains rooted to the spot unconvinced. The tension hangs in the air.

"I should take my leave now." Luca says awkwardly still refusing to meet my gaze.

Does he regret the kiss already?

He walks to the open door where my mom is standing and just when he is about to walk out. My mom open her mouth to speak. I hold my breath. "Luca, I appreciate your help and all but I would really appreciate if you stop spending alone time with my daughter." She's a child.

The implied meaning of her words hang in the air like an atomic bomb ready to explode. You're too old for her. You're from the wrong tracks. You don't deserve her, she deserves someone better. She's a child.

I want to pull at my hair until it hurts so much that I can no longer feel the pain. I want to scream at my mom and tell her to fuckoff but I can't. I don't even dare. I'm the little dutiful daughter who answers yes ma'am to everything she says.

Luca turns slightly to look at mom, but she won't even look at him. His expression is fully guarded but I can still spot the tiny cracks. I'm sitting here and watching Luca walkout and close the door behind him without a last glance in my direction.

I'm watching him leave. Watching him quit without even trying. I feel a familiar thickness in my throat. Something squeeze tight at my heart. A certain dampness take over my eyes, I sniff and press my lips in, licking my inner cheek and willing the tears not to drop, but it still breaks through. I close my eyelids and let the tears roll down because this time it really feels real. Too real. Luca walking out of my life and leaving me behind. This is the end of what never even begun.

I'm broken hearted.