The Perfect Someday (A standalone novel ~ Book three in The Mathews Family) by Beverly Preston Read Free Book Online Page B

sounds she made, but she couldn’t help it. She rested her cheek on his shoulder in a daze.
    “ Si`. I want to see you again.” Cradling her face, Giovanni forced her to look at him. “I would travel half way around the world to see you again.”
    The tenderness in his voice gave truth to his words, making his seduction believable. Rash thinking kicked in. Is he really going to fly halfway around the world to see me? Skepticism tugged between her brows at the bridge of her nose, but only briefly. Acknowledging that she would do just about anything in order to see Giovanni again, she surrendered to her own reservations, giving herself the green light.
    A shooting star burned across the night sky capturing their attention. Their eyes followed the streak of illumination in its path. Giovanni held her in his lap, caressing her back with one hand and the outside of her thigh with the other. He gave a nod to the heavens above, pointing to the Milky Way.
    “ You see that constellation? That is Perseus the son of Zeus.” He outlined a figure in the cluster of stars, holding his aim to the brightest of stars. “He holds the creature Medusa’s head in his hand.”
    Tracy straightened, sitting taller in his lap. She blinked repeatedly, gaping at him in disbelief. Every pore in her body pinged with exhilaration, producing a film of sweat on her palms. She had a deep fascination with Greek Mythology and took a semester of it in college. “Giovanni, if you tell me you have a thing for Greek Mythology, I might not be able to contain myself.”
    Her ha nd instantly flew to her lips wishing she could retract the words. Giggles slipped free between her parted fingers. He dissected her every move in the darkness. A deep rumble of laughter filled the small space between them and she saw a flash of his white smile.
    “Poseidon, Athena, Hades—“ Giovanni spun her to face him, crossing his legs Indian-style  beneath her bottom. She wrapped her legs loosely around his hips, crossing her ankles behind his back. Tracy could not contain her giggles while discretely arranging the hem of her dress as he continued in a sinfully rich melodious voice that made her toes curl, “Cronus, Hera, Aphrodite…”
    “ Oh my God, I’m doomed. Stop! It’s like foreplay,” she gasped through another round of laughter. Tracy reached for her glass, using it to cover her face, which burned from embarrassment.  “I can’t believe I just said that.”
    Giovanni intervened, removing the wine from her hands. “You should allow the wine to rest for a moment.”
    “You’re right. That stuff is like…like truth serum or something.”
    Their conversation continued as the night grew darker, illuminating the heavens above. Giovanni pointed out every visible constellation. They shared details of fabled myths, Gods and creatures. Each listened intently, sucked into the other’s stories. He didn’t need to make an effort to be appealing. His voice lured her closer and she hung on every drawn out Italian syllable.
    Tracy found his natural expressions and sarcastic humor captivatingly sexy. Giovanni played mindlessly with her fingers. The tips of his fingers keyed along the delicate pale skin near her wrists, each whisper of a stroke made her breath quicken.
    Their words fell silent.
    Feeling a slight buzz from the wine, she swayed to the distant music. Tracy took a deep cleansing breath and let her lids drift shut. Absorbed in the stillness of their surroundings, she tilting her head, listening to sounds of his husky exhales. Giovanni raised their hands to the space between their chests, palm to palm. Energy and heat simmered at the connections of their skin. Her chest tightened around the unusual feeling of warmth.
    Giovanni reached behind her nape, searching through the long layers of dark hair. She felt a gentle tug on the ribbon of her mask. Tracy’s eyes popped open and she drew in a hissing breath. “Wait.”
    “No?” he questioned.
    “Do you mind