True Love (Love Series #7) - Fiona Davenport Page 0,5

innocence was so sweet. It made me want to wrap her up in my arms to protect her from anything that might taint it. At the same time, it was hot as fuck. I couldn’t wait to introduce her to the seductive woman I suspected was also a part of her.

It was almost impossible to keep my cool when I thought about the fact that I would be the one—the only one—who would ever see her flushed with desire, begging for my cock, screaming as she climaxed, her young pussy drenching my dick in her honey. Swallowing hard, I closed my eyes and commanded my body to back the hell off.

After a couple of beats, I felt in control enough to open my eyes and take a step away. Her smile faltered, and her whiskey-colored eyes flashed with disappointment, making me smile. I extended my arm and held my hand out, palm up. “Come with me,” I requested in a husky tone.

Allison glanced at my hand, then back to my face, studying my features as she worked through something in her mind. The air crackled with electricity from the sparks between us. I knew she could feel it too when her breathing kicked up a notch, and her eyes darkened.

She nibbled her bottom lip—making me jealous of her teeth because I was absolutely obsessed with every part of her—and lowered her gaze to my hand again.

This was it. The pivotal moment that would decide her future, and I knew somehow Allison understood that. Maybe not the complete scope of it, but enough to know she was making a life-altering decision. If she took my hand, she was mine, and I would never give her up.

In truth, she would never be without me, but I was giving her the opportunity to choose me before I simply snatched her and took off.

She brought a hand up to tuck some wayward strands of hair behind her ear, then paused instead of dropping it to her side. It took monumental effort to stay still and wait while the attraction between us buzzed over my skin and pumped blood to my cock.

Finally, Allison breathed in deep, and as she exhaled, she placed her palm in mine.

My fingers automatically laced with hers, and the tension I’d been carrying around since the day I saw her melted away. I gently squeezed her hand before raising it to my lips.

“My name is Diego,” I said as I lowered our arms and led her toward one of the paths to the beach.

“Allison,” she responded in a musical voice that had me instantly hard. Well, more so than I already was because just the thought of my girl gave me a hard-on.

“Beautiful.” I was complimenting more than her name, and she blushed prettily again when my eyes swept from her head to her pink-tipped toes.

Her bashfulness was adorable, but I also loved the lack of pretense in her expressions. Allison wore her emotions without reserve, and at the moment, her eyes were bright with pleasure and excitement. “Let’s go for a walk, nena.”

Allison’s eyes sparkled when she smiled. Damn, she was gorgeous.

“Okay,” she answered kindly.

The morning air was warm, an indication it would be another scorching day, so I guided her down to the water, where we could enjoy the breeze off the ocean.

“Where are you from?” I asked to start a light conversation.

“New York City. Manhattan,” she replied. Of course, I already knew that, but it was best if I coaxed the information from her. I wasn’t sure how she’d react if she knew just how deep my obsession with her was.

“And you just graduated from high school?”

“Yes. Charlie and I both. Our fathers gave us this vacation as a gift before we start our summer internships.” She smiled with false brightness, surprising me. “Then college in the fall.”

“You don’t sound terribly excited about either,” I replied, gently urging her to open up to me.

Allison shrugged and didn’t elaborate. I decided to let it go for the moment and dig for other information.

“Is your family in New York?”

Her face lit up, and she grinned. “Oh, yes. And there are lots of them,” she said with a laugh. As she told me more, she used her free hand to gesticulate excitedly. The love she had for her family couldn’t have been more obvious, and I’d never been happier that I’d moved to New York City than at that moment. Although, if I hadn’t already, I would have done so immediately,