Not even years ago.”
I assumed he was referring to when he had been engaged to Fina.
“I dated girls with brown hair, black hair, blonde hair.”
“Not afterwards,” I said, also avoiding Fina’s name.
Danilo touched my hip, his thumb sliding beneath my chemise to stroke my skin. “I didn’t do those women because I felt more attracted to blondes. I did them because of my anger issues.” He reached for my hair and ran his fingers through my curls. “I love the color of your hair, like chestnuts.”
“Okay,” I murmured, even if anger issues seemed a strange explanation for banging blondes, but everyone handled trauma in different ways. I rolled over, curling into him. “I want to keep trying. Eventually, my body will give in.”
Danilo smiled wryly. “I’ll give it as many tries as you want. But maybe we should continue in the morning.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I settled against his chest.
I felt more comfortable with Danilo every day. I still didn’t understand him, but maybe that was normal. Men, especially the men in our world, were a strange species.
I woke up in Danilo’s arms and turned to kiss him. Our bodies were still relaxed from sleep but quickly heated up. But like before, my mind messed things up.
Danilo gave me time to compose myself and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
Staring at the ceiling, I slipped a hand between my legs. I was dry as the Sahara. It was strange how quickly my body turned from full-blown arousal to a desert-state once it clamped up. I hadn’t stroked myself since the party. For some reason, the events had dulled my libido. My fingers worked my clit the way I usually liked it, but my body barely reacted. Frustrated, I rubbed harder.
Danilo cleared his throat.
I jerked my hand away and closed my eyes with a groan. The bed dipped and I opened my eyes as he set a tray down. “I was just trying to see if my body still worked.”
Danilo leaned down and kissed me slowly. “You looked as if you were in pain. That didn’t look pleasurable.”
“It wasn’t.”
“How about we have breakfast and then we’ll tackle the issue again?”
“Tackle the issue?” I repeated, my brows climbing my forehead. I put a strawberry into my mouth. “That doesn’t sound pleasurable, either.”
We’d finished our waffles and were talking about my plans to start college in spring when Danilo asked, “Will you ever let me read something of yours?”
My cheeks blasted with heat. So far, all my stories had been sappy and sexy love stories.
Danilo raised his eyebrows. “That bad?”
“Just really embarrassing.”
“Worse than how I embarrassed myself by not recognizing my own fiancée only because she wore a wig?”
I snorted. “Maybe.”
Danilo’s phone beeped. He groaned. “I have to call Marco.”
“I’ll grab a shower.” I climbed out of bed, grateful for the reprieve from talking about my writing.
After showering, I cinched my bathrobe around my waist and went back into the bedroom. Danilo was still on the phone, lounging against the headboard, his muscular chest on display.
Seeing my appreciative look, Danilo smirked as he muttered, “What’s so difficult about racing a car?”
I strolled over to the bed and sat down beside Danilo. The bathrobe fell open, revealing my thighs and a hint of my pussy. Danilo’s eyes darted to the slit, lingering on the apex of my thighs. Leaning back, I picked up a strawberry off the tray and pushed it into my mouth.
Danilo ended the call without a word and narrowed his eyes at me. “Seeing you eat strawberries with your pussy on display like that, I can’t stop wondering what you’d taste like.”
I almost choked on the piece of fruit but quickly masked my shock. “Probably not like strawberry,” I said nonchalantly even though my cheeks flamed.
He held out another strawberry. “I bet you do.”
I took the piece of fruit and brought it to my lips, but Danilo shook his head. I frowned in confusion. He nodded toward my most private area.
My eyes widened, but then I said screw it. Cheeks burning, I brought the strawberry to my folds and dipped it between them. Danilo’s eyes followed the movement, his lips parted. Maybe he’d thought I wouldn’t do it.
I pulled the fruit back out, and Danilo gripped my wrist, guiding my hand to his mouth. He cupped the strawberry with his lips, humming.
Arousal pooled between my legs as I watched him eat the fruit.
“As delicious as I thought.”
I caught his lips in a kiss, but only tasted strawberry, not