No Strings Attached

Chapter Five

"Get onto the bed."

I glance back at the immaculate bedding and then back to the man turning his seat to face me. I move back, swallowing.

"Sit at the edge."

I'm growing nervous now. What is he expecting me to do?

I sit down on the mattress, all too aware of every imperfection on my body. The man across the room from me leans back into his chair, the curve of his mouth widening when he catches my eyes wandering lower over his physique, enjoying my disbelieving look at the large bulge in his jeans.

My throat goes dry. Holy shit.

"I want you to lean back."

My head tilts with unease as I realize what he wants. "Giovanni."

"Do it."

I close my eyes, doing what he says.

"There is no reason to be uncomfortable, Scarlett."

I laugh, shaking my head. "I beg to differ."

"I'm clearly aroused by the sight of you."

"I'm a naked woman in front of a man. It doesn't get much easier to get a hard-on than that."

"You have no idea how this will make you feel."

"You are out of your mind."

He smirks. "Spread your legs."

I feel a shock of wanting electrify my lower half at his words. "I don't know if I can do this."

"I know you can. Better yet, I know you want to."

I giggle to myself, lifting my hand to my face, rubbing deeply in shame before I slam the same hand onto the bed behind my body, groaning. My stomach is a flurry of nerves as I daringly open my legs, bending my knees until my feet are upon the mattress.

The sweet pang of my arousal is suddenly right before me, and without looking, I know I'm glistening wet for him. My eyes flicker beneath my full lashes to his face curiously, and I'm pleased with what I see.

Giovanni's velvet gaze on me like fucking glue.

For the first time in a very long time, I feel wanted, wanted by someone who seems to be conjured up in my very dreams. I'm still not completely sure this is real.

"You know what to do next," he encourages darkly.

I press down on my lips, biting down as I lift one of my hands from the bedding, bringing it around my body to my breast. I can see he wasn't expecting that, judging by the way his brows rise, his smile widening.

My fingers move between the hard peak of my pale pink nipple, surprised by the sensitivity as I tug gently, closing my eyes, flushing with a strong mixture of pleasure at his voyeurism. My legs are already shaking as I pull my hand lower, my breath catching as my hand travels over the trimmed patch of hair just above my apex. When my fingers reach my heat, gliding through the sensitive folds, the sound of my arousal can be heard from both our ears.

"You want me," he says in a low voice.

I shudder, looking at him with a dazed smirk. "Maybe I just like getting off."

"You're dripping for me," he replies, intensity radiating from him. "I did that."

His words almost frighten me, the way my body convulses at his brazenness. How can I be this turned on? He hasn't even touched me.

"Tell me."

I'm unable to hold back my desperation anymore. I moan loudly, forcing myself to look into his eyes. "I want you; I do."