Italian Stallions by Karin Tabke, Jami Alden Read Free Book Online Page B

erection pushed hard and insistant between them. Gabe’s big hand slid around to her buttocks and squeezed, lifting her from the floor. Gianna wrapped her right leg around his thigh and pressed harder into him. When he slid a finger into her, she caught her breath and closed her eyes. “Oh, God, Gabe, that feels so good,” she moaned.
    Gabe froze. Her hot sweet muscles clamped desperately around his finger. His dick flinched. God she felt so damn good. So innocent and this situation was getting away from him. He didn’t mean for it to go this far. Her hand slid boldly over his erection. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth. Jesus Christ. “Gianna, don’t. I’m going to come all over us both.”
    “I have a towel,” she offered.
    He wrangled his libido into a semblance of order and, he pulled back from her, looking hard into her eyes. His belly did a slow roll. Raw innocent desire radiated from her dark eyes. He wanted to take her upstairs to her bedroom and make love to her all night long. But he couldn’t. He’d managed to get himself in hot water once. It nearly cost him his job. “Gianna, I—”
    Her face clouded with sudden embarrassment. He felt her ardor cool and her body tensed. As much as he wanted things to cool off, he was disappointed. She pushed his hand from her and slipped out of his arms, rearranging her mussed clothes and hair. “I’m sorry. That’s twice I forced myself on you tonight.” She walked to the door and peeked out the window, then unlocked the dead bolt. Head down, she pulled open the door. “Thank you for helping me tonight.”
    Gabe stood beside her, resting his hand on hers. “Gianna, if you hadn’t been so bold, you would have been fighting me off.”
    She looked up at him and smiled. “That’s nice of you to say.” She pulled her hand from the knob and stepped back. “Good night.”
    He stepped through the threshold, his heart not in it. He reached out to touch her, but she stepped away. In the glow of the porch light, he was sure he saw the twinkle of a tear. He felt like a pile of shit. “Gianna—”
    He was answered with the door closed firmly in his face.
    Shit! Not only had he managed to make her think he wasn’t into her, but he’d also managed to make it so she wanted nothing to do with him. How the hell was he going to stick close if she was water to his oil?
     
    Gianna felt like a fool. A complete and utter fool! What guy turned down what she was offering? Either a gay one or one who was not into her at all. Heat infused her cheeks, shame infused her heart and sexual frustration trumped them both. Was she destined to be a virgin? “Madonna?”
    She ran up the narrow stairway to her apartment, double locked the doors, and strode directly into her father’s bedroom and pushed up the mattress. His handgun. She hadn’t a clue how to use it, but if one of those thugs came back, hopefully she’d learn real quick or she’d scare them away. Or maybe, she’d use it on Gabe!
    For a long moment Gianna concentrated on calming herself down and tamping her rabid libido.
    There was more at stake then losing her cherry. She laughed harshly. Her cherry! It’s what Tucci wanted and was willing to pay for it. Never! After what Gabe had made her feel, there was no way that even if she had considered Tucci’s proposition, which she had not, she would allow him to touch her. Not after she knew how it was supposed to be. Her body, still warm from Gabe’s touch, warmed hotter. He wasn’t so easy to shake.
    She strode into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Despite the lack of lipstick, thanks to Gabe, and her subtle makeup, she looked the same. Yes, her hair was cut more stylishly, and her eyebrows had the perfect arch of a Vogue model and she’d acted like a sex-starved loser. No wonder Gabe bolted twice. Maybe if she kept up the makeup and bought some new clothes, she could gradually work her way into the butterfly Tressie had created. Maybe a guy like