Chapter 72

My head began spinning. All my fantasies about Sergio were on the verge of coming true. I walked over to the bed in a daze and he shuffled away, making room for me next to him. The sheet slips, exposing more of his naked skin, but his groin remains tantalizingly covered.

Without saying a word, I climbed onto the bed and lay on my side facing him. Sergio reached out and touched my face gently, then his hand moved around to the back of my head and he pulled me into a deep french kiss.

His breath was sweet, his lips soft. At first the kiss was tentative, exploratory. When I responded by slipping my tongue into his mouth, it ignited something within him. Now the kiss was hungry and desperate. He shifted position, moving over to me, careful enough not to reopen his wounds, and I settled onto my back, wrapping my arms around him. I could feel his strong muscles moving under his skin.

When the kiss finally broke he raised himself up to look down at me, his eyes boring into mine. Then he glan