He’s apologetic, angry and insulted all at once, but the Tony Fontana everyone knows and loves still shines through it all.
The man is truly irresistible, and whoever he’s talking to must feel at least a little bit of what he’s doing to me as well.
“Marcel! I understand, I really do…but the flight, it’s been cancelled… even if the studio hired a jet I still wouldn’t make the scene by the time I…”
His face falls a little, then rises again as he hears something from the other end of the line that I can’t, then his eyes brighten and his shoulders relax.
The man’s pure muscle, but he looks so much hotter when he isn’t tense. When everything’s just… I dunno… perfect…
My high school French lets me know he’s putting off his commitments for at least another twenty four to forty eight… he agrees with an idea that seems to resolve the problem for both of them.
With a big sigh of relief after some more French he hangs up, his eyes focus on me and I can see the day, his commitments and most of his problems all disappearing in a second.
“Now… Where were we?” he asks, cocking his brow, not even trying to hide the bulge I’ve been trying not to stare at this whole time but it’s so obvious now I can’t help but fix my gaze on it.
It looked like it was waning for a minute there, but in a few seconds it seems to have set itself right again, like the thick trunk of a tree bending back after an unexpected storm.
“See what you do to me?” he says in a deep voice, a sparkle in his dark eyes telling me I’m not imagining this anymore.
Tony Fontana likes his girls a bit thicker, I guess. I’ve heard some guys do but I’ve certainly never come across any.
His face suddenly falls, a look of worry passing over it.
“You’re not offended, I hope? I don’t mean to-”
But my smile says it all, sitting up on my elbow I wish I had more experience so I could tell him to come over and show me exactly what he’s packing down there.
But I freeze, making the sudden silence that little bit longer until it becomes awkward but Tony only looks more determined.
His jaw flexes as his eyes run up and down my body, making me shiver. There’s something in the way he looks, the way he sounds too.
Truly a man who knows what he wants, and also one who’s used to getting it.
“Well…” He finally says. “I know we’ve only just met but you drive me crazy, Ashlee and a man is just a man, with his own reflexes.”
His usually husky voice gets deeper and huskier, and the effect it has on me, along with the sight of his straining bulge is enough to make me lose some of my shyness.
Against my own control, I feel my free hand sliding up my skirt, shifting it up my thighs in time with Tony’s eyes that haven’t shifted from me for a second.
I only stop when I feel he can just see the beginnings of my sodden panties.
His low growl as he takes a step forward has me making another involuntary sound of my own as I become aware of the full effect he’s having on me.
I’m drenched, and aching in my own way for him now.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but trust in Tony to give me exactly what I need right now, even though I don’t quite understand how I could feel this way so suddenly.
“I did warn you,” he adds, his mouth pulling into a grin, “that if I put you down, all I’d want to do would be to hold you again.”
I feel my legs rubbing together, and a pleading, needful sound escapes my lips that has Tony’s kneeling by the side of the bed in a moment.
He takes my hand into his, and holding it to his face, he tells me one last time to make sure it’s what I really want.
“I want you, Ashlee. Right fucking now… like nothing else on earth. Tell me you’ll be mine or put me out of my misery… just don’t leave me hanging like this for another minute.”
“I’m all yours Tony,” I pant, trying my best to sound sexy and shifting myself closer, leaning in to be closer to his face as I close my eyes.
Here goes nothing.
Fuck! I’ve never needed anything so bad in my life.
It’s only a kiss, right?
CHAPTER SIX
Tony
She’s trembling.
Her eyes are closed and she’s puckered her sweet lip, ready for mine to meet hers.
I’ve kissed thousands of women… and every single one was for show, when the cameras were rolling. None of them meant a thing.
None of them were Ashlee.
I’ve never actually wanted to kiss anyone so much, and I feel a ripple of nerves rush through me. Good nerves, the anxiety that I only want this first kiss to be perfect, to mean something.
To show her just how much she means to me.
On my knees by the bed, and with one hand reaching behind her to pull her closer, I take her face in my other hand.
She’s so soft, so smooth… her skin is perfect… no makeup, just natural beauty.
“Ashlee,” I murmur, watching and waiting for her eyes to open.
I couldn’t bear a closed eyes kiss, not the first time anyway.
I wish someone was filming this, so I could treasure it forever.
Her eyes slowly open, her pupils almost filling the clear blue pools that reflect my own image, already making me feel like I’m a part of her.
I want to hold her like this forever, to remember her just like this. But her trembling quickens and I can see a sliver of doubt again in her sweet face as she thinks I’m hesitating.
No.
I won’t have her doubting me for another moment, nor ever again.
I seal our bond with the gentlest kiss, lightly pressing my mouth over hers and groaning
