Free Fall

Chapter 4

I storm from the room, in search of a cool breeze to wake me up and calm me down.

"Don't f*cking walk away from me, May."

I throw the balcony door open and step out before Damian can stop me.

"Mi fai impazzire," he rattles off in rapid Italian as he bursts onto the balcony seconds behind me. (Translation: You make me crazy)

"Damian," I sigh his name as I turn. He's closer than I imagined he'd be and with two firm hands on my waist, he lifts me up onto the railing and steps between my legs.

I pull in a sharp gasp and wrap my arms around his neck, reminding myself not to look down.

"I'm gonna fall," I mutter.

"You're not gonna fall. But you'll stay right here until you decide to come back to bed."

I shake my head, no.

One arm winds further and tighter around my back as the other slides up to grip the back of my neck.

"I wasn't asking," he growls. He fists my hair at the back of my head and pulls just slightly. "Stop thinking so hard. What do you really want, at this moment?"

I want him. I really want him. He presses his pelvis harder into mine and grinds. Suddenly I find it impossible to remember why I haven't given in.

What's wrong with wanting him to make me feel good like he used to—better, probably. He's a different kind of man now. He was sexy before—we were sexy—but this is different. He's even rougher around the edges. He's domineering in a way that makes me needier than I have ever been.

F*ck it.

"Voglio che mi baci," I breathe in the limited Italian I remember from his lessons. My Italian doesn't sound nearly as sexy as Damian does, but the language is beautiful no matter who speaks it. (Translation: I want you to kiss me)

He hums contently. "You remember," he growls into my lips and nips my bottom lip, kisses it better.

"Ho una fantasia. La vuoi sentire?" he speaks rapidly. I recognize some of the words. (Translation: I have a fantasy. Want to hear it?)

I tilt my head just a little to one side to show him I don't understand.

"Which part?"

"You have a..."

He grins crookedly and growls the word "fantasy," directly into my ear before pinching my earlobe between his teeth.

I arch my back into him and my butt shifts further back on the thin metal rail. I tighten my arms around Damian's neck frantically and he chuckles.

His large hands grip my thighs and ease my legs around his waist. He drops hot, open-mouthed kisses and little nibbles across my jaw and down my neck. Before I realize he's moved, he sets me down on the wide island counter.

"Couldn't find a more comfortable surface?" I tease as I hook my fingers in his belt loops and pull him closer.

"Not one that's this perfect for what I have in mind."

He runs his hands up my stomach beneath my shirt and his thumbs brush across the swell of my breasts. He watches me with dark, mischevious eyes.

"The moment I saw this kitchen, I knew this was the right place for me. Voglio sapere il perché?" (Translation: Want to know why?)

It takes me a minute in my lust-filled haze to translate what he's asked me. He waits patiently for me.

Finally, I nod.