Sinful Infatuation

Sinful Infatuation: Chapter 6

AN: I tried to reformat the quotations and speaking parts in the story for an easier read, as was suggested. Let me know if you prefer the older method more...

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Next Day…April 26

Nicoletti Estate

Long Island, NY

Time unknown

 

Jourdain fell back against the headboard and let out a sigh. Her body ached pleasantly; reminding her of the strenuous activity she had just got through doing. She didn’t have a clue to what time it was, as Matteo had no clocks in his room. When she had asked him why not, he simply said, “I work on my own time.”

Jourdain could only assume that it was at least after midnight. She smiled as Matteo settled next to her, lighting a cigar. “Can I get a puff?” Jourdain asked, nodding to the cigar in his hand.

He smiled indulgently, “You don’t puff a cigar.”

She raised a brow. “Oh? So what do you do then?”

“Observe,” he ordered haughtily. He held the cigar up to his mouth and took in a long draw. After a few seconds, he released the smoke.

“Okay. That’s called puffing,” Jourdain joked, reaching for the cigar again.

“No, that’s called savoring. You cannot smoke this cigar, Jourdain,” he said sternly.

She managed to pry it from his fingers, observing it. The cigar had a bulge in the middle and a pointed head. “Why not?” She asked playfully, placing the cigar against her lips. When Matteo didn’t respond and simply stared, she decided to try it. She took a draw…and immediately started to cough violently.

“Don’t inhale the smoke, you little idiot!” He admonished, snatching the cigar from her shaky hand before she accidently dropped it on the bed.

“Did you just call me an idiot?” She asked--- with a hoarse voice that sounded as if she’d been smoking since birth---in between coughing fits.

Matteo looked at her incredulously. “Seriously? You’re coughing up a lung and you’re mad that I called you an idiot?” He started to chuckle, “I told you, you can’t smoke this one, Jourdain. It’s called a Torpedo. It’s not for rookies.” Looking at her pointedly as he took a long draw.

Show off, she thought. “You set me up for that one,” she accused. She had finally stopped coughing, but her chest still felt like it was on fire. “How can you smoke those anyway? They are disgusting.”

“Buono. I hope that keeps you from ever wanting to try one again. Don’t let me catch you smoking these or anything else again, Jourdain,” Matteo ordered.

She looked at him with a raised brow and pursed lips. “Excuse me?”

He looked at her sternly, disregarding the look she was giving him. “They aren’t good for you.”

She slowly smiled. “Aww, does big, bad Matteo actually care for me?” He refused to answer, choosing instead to continue smoking the cigar and stare straight ahead out the window. She slowly crawled closer to him. As he turned his head to watch her, she found herself suddenly staring up into the most attractively intense green eyes she’d ever seen. They were surrounded by thick, dark lashes and topped by a strong, masculine brow. And they were gleaming with an emotion she couldn’t name. She kissed him slowly, the tip of her tongue gently tracing the seam of his lips. “Buono,” she whispered against them, smiling when she felt him smirk against her lips. Pulling back, Jourdain gave him a lecherous grin as she slowly burrowed under the sheets, between his legs. Matteo watched her hidden form with a small smile. The smile slowly left his face as he felt her mouth on him. He took a deep breath and slowly let his head fall back.