slowly on the dance floor.
They were never separated during the entire night. When they danced, when they sat at a table eating some delicious appetizers, his hands were always on her—holding her waist, her hand, linking his fingers with hers.
Sonia thought this was the most magical night of her life. She wished it would never end, but around three o’clock she caught herself rubbing her calves for the hundredth time. He noticed and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing,” she replied airily. “The shoes are killing me. I don’t wear heels often. I’ll be all right when I get home and ditch these ankle breakers.”
“Maybe I should go home with you and give you a massage. I’m an expert, you know,” he told her, his teeth flashing extremely white in the dim light, as his eyes sparkled deep into hers. Her heart skipped a beat and she vaguely wondered if this was a good idea. Gazing at him, at those sensual lips whose kisses she’d yearned for so long, she told herself it was stupid and unfair for both of them to deny she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted any man. God knew how much he was going to stay, then she’d never see him again. Why waste the little precious time they had together?
“You’ll have to drive,” she said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I came here with a taxi.”
Her flat was warm and dimly lighted by a single lamp she’d left on. Combined with the light coming from her huge window, it was more than enough to see their way around. As soon as she entered the living room, she threw her coat on a chair and took off her shoes. Giovanni smiled, looking around, then took off his own shoes. He went to the glass wall and whistled.
“You have a great place here, Sonia. I should’ve thought of this,” he said meditatively, studying the glass wall. He stood a moment silhouetted against the lights coming from outside, then turned to her.
“I owe you a massage, don’t I?”
He walked toward her, taking off his mask, revealing his beautiful face, which now wore the traces of a four a.m. shadow. She removed her mask too and placed it on the sofa, fidgeting with the cushions.
“Um, would you care for something to drink?” she asked, suddenly feeling a trace of nervousness.
“No, thank you. I’ve had enough,” he said. Taking the cushion from her hand, he put it back on the sofa. “Make yourself comfortable,” he added, taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the top three buttons of his red shirt. She watched him, feeling her eyes go glassy with pure lust, the kind she couldn’t feel not even for a cream and chocolate cake.
He made her sit on the sofa and, taking her legs onto his lap, began massaging them, starting with her feet.
“Mmmm, you’ve got magical hands.” She sighed in bliss as he worked his way up to her calves, kneading her aching muscles with strong fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“I know. Better now?” he asked after he’d finished.
“Oh, yes… Thank you.”
When she let her feet slide down, he drew her to him, encircling her waist with his arm.
“Are you sleepy, Sonia? Do you want me to go?” he asked in a rough whisper, staring into her eyes.
She couldn’t seem to be able to escape his gaze.
“No. And no,” she answered, also in a whisper. Compared to the noise at the party, the silence surrounding them now seemed soothing. The very sound of their own breaths, the faint rustle of clothes as they shifted was somehow sensual. He pulled her onto his knees and took the pin from her hair, combing his fingers through it, making her feel so sexy and desirable as no man ever had. He cupped her face in his palms and, for a moment, he looked as though he wanted to say something. But then he kissed her and her mind stopped analyzing anything beyond the incredible sensations his mouth awakened in her.
He ran his hands over her body and she was lost in him, intoxicated with desire, which was stronger and more
They were never separated during the entire night. When they danced, when they sat at a table eating some delicious appetizers, his hands were always on her—holding her waist, her hand, linking his fingers with hers.
Sonia thought this was the most magical night of her life. She wished it would never end, but around three o’clock she caught herself rubbing her calves for the hundredth time. He noticed and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing,” she replied airily. “The shoes are killing me. I don’t wear heels often. I’ll be all right when I get home and ditch these ankle breakers.”
“Maybe I should go home with you and give you a massage. I’m an expert, you know,” he told her, his teeth flashing extremely white in the dim light, as his eyes sparkled deep into hers. Her heart skipped a beat and she vaguely wondered if this was a good idea. Gazing at him, at those sensual lips whose kisses she’d yearned for so long, she told herself it was stupid and unfair for both of them to deny she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted any man. God knew how much he was going to stay, then she’d never see him again. Why waste the little precious time they had together?
“You’ll have to drive,” she said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I came here with a taxi.”
Her flat was warm and dimly lighted by a single lamp she’d left on. Combined with the light coming from her huge window, it was more than enough to see their way around. As soon as she entered the living room, she threw her coat on a chair and took off her shoes. Giovanni smiled, looking around, then took off his own shoes. He went to the glass wall and whistled.
“You have a great place here, Sonia. I should’ve thought of this,” he said meditatively, studying the glass wall. He stood a moment silhouetted against the lights coming from outside, then turned to her.
“I owe you a massage, don’t I?”
He walked toward her, taking off his mask, revealing his beautiful face, which now wore the traces of a four a.m. shadow. She removed her mask too and placed it on the sofa, fidgeting with the cushions.
“Um, would you care for something to drink?” she asked, suddenly feeling a trace of nervousness.
“No, thank you. I’ve had enough,” he said. Taking the cushion from her hand, he put it back on the sofa. “Make yourself comfortable,” he added, taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the top three buttons of his red shirt. She watched him, feeling her eyes go glassy with pure lust, the kind she couldn’t feel not even for a cream and chocolate cake.
He made her sit on the sofa and, taking her legs onto his lap, began massaging them, starting with her feet.
“Mmmm, you’ve got magical hands.” She sighed in bliss as he worked his way up to her calves, kneading her aching muscles with strong fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“I know. Better now?” he asked after he’d finished.
“Oh, yes… Thank you.”
When she let her feet slide down, he drew her to him, encircling her waist with his arm.
“Are you sleepy, Sonia? Do you want me to go?” he asked in a rough whisper, staring into her eyes.
She couldn’t seem to be able to escape his gaze.
“No. And no,” she answered, also in a whisper. Compared to the noise at the party, the silence surrounding them now seemed soothing. The very sound of their own breaths, the faint rustle of clothes as they shifted was somehow sensual. He pulled her onto his knees and took the pin from her hair, combing his fingers through it, making her feel so sexy and desirable as no man ever had. He cupped her face in his palms and, for a moment, he looked as though he wanted to say something. But then he kissed her and her mind stopped analyzing anything beyond the incredible sensations his mouth awakened in her.
He ran his hands over her body and she was lost in him, intoxicated with desire, which was stronger and more
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