with him, not even minding the fall for a single second. Before I could catch my breath, he had pushed me off him and was sitting up, his thumb pressed against the corner of his lip. It came away with blood. His cap had flown off his head and landed a few feet away and when he turned his gaze on me, I got the full force of those blue eyes. But they were no longer ocean blue.
They were dark. Incredibly dark. Like a stormy sky in December.
I crawled backwards and scrambled to my feet. I quickly recovered from the shock of seeing those eyes and glared back at him. “Still think I’m not a Siciliano?” I panted.
Ignoring me, which completely infuriated me, the bastard rose to his feet and strolled over to where his cap had fallen as if I hadn’t just taken him down and drew blood. He bent down to pick his cap up.
I saw my chance … and took it. While his gaze was on the ground and his body open for attack, I flew towards him. My leg was aimed at his stomach ready to inflict the kind of lethal kick that would drain the strength from his legs and make his collapse to the ground in a sorry heap. It was the only end to this quarrel I would accept. In fact, I needed to triumph over him. The need came from the depths of my soul.
As I was inches away from felling him, he whirled around and with his knees still bent, he grabbed onto the leg I had struck out—the perfect recipe for a disastrous fall.
In a split second, the world turned upside down for me.
I started to fall, and he pounced on me. It all happened so fast there wasn’t time to think or react, but with his weight crashing down on top of me I knew my landing would be hard. The summer had baked the ground into a hard surface and I expected nothing less than a cracked skull.
To my surprise, it was not to be.
Suddenly, we were both on the ground, although, his body was on top of me ‒ it wasn’t crushing me ‒ with no hard knock to the back of my head and I wasn’t seeing stars. It took a few seconds to realize why. One of his hands was curved around the back of my head and it had cushioned the impact of my fall, while the other hand held his upper body cleanly away from me.
The sun was beating down on us and I could hear my wild heart pounding like the feet of a herd of zebras being chased by lions. My breath came in fast, short bursts as I stared with wide eyes up at him. Veins were popping out across his forehead and it was startling how close his electric blue eyes were to me. His hot breath tickled my face. The tips of our noses were almost grazing and our lips mere inches away.
For one crazy, insane, totally mindless, shocking, split second, I saw what looked like clawing, desperate lust in his eyes. Then it was gone and all I could feel was the heat coming from his body and the hardness of his cock digging into my belly. As I stared into his electric eyes, I realized this had never been a simple dispute. This was war! Our bodies were at war. As much as we hated each other’s guts, our bodies were being pulled irresistibly and disastrously towards the other. Like magnets we rushed to join and stick.
With a frown, he tried to push himself away from me, but without thinking my arms shot out and encircled his waist, gluing his lower body to mine. Like magnets. With the same blind logic, I raised my face and crushed my lips to his.
His entire body froze.
I could feel him fighting with himself as I licked his lips, tasting him. Like a vixen asking for permission to enter. His lips parted and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. God, he tasted delicious.
He tried to resist. Really, he tried, but I tightened my arms around him, swirled my tongue with his, and pulled it into my mouth.
As soon as I started to suck it, I heard a muffled groan and he gave in. He hooked my tongue and sucked it into his mouth. A pleasure so intense struck me and I almost became paralyzed by it. It felt as