Free Translation of Love by Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page A

perfectly chiseled chest, ripped abs and the sexy V of his hipbones that meet the waistband of his pajama. It’s impossible not to stare. He must spend hours at the gym for a body like that. All of a sudden, I feel self conscious. What the hell could he possibly want with me when he’s carrying all that around? The man is flawless and I am…well, I’m not.
    Wordlessly, he strides across the room, pulls back the covers and gets into bed beside me. I struggle to steady my breathing and regain my composure. We’re lying face to face now. I can barely make out his features in the dark but I can see his eyes on mine. He runs his hand through my hair, and my breath catches as he grasps the nape of my neck. He gives me a tug that’s both tender and possessive and all of a sudden, my lips are on his. One hand in my hair, the other on the small of my back, slowly he trails down to my leg and pulls it so that it’s draping over his, tangling us together. God, I never liked kissing before I met Victor, but I could do this with him all night. Kissing him is like a release. It makes me wonder what doing other things with him would do to me. I’m trying to keep my defenses up but each time we kiss, it’s like going a round in a boxing match. The more rounds we go, the more my defenses weaken. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. He pulls his lips away from mine, places a kiss on my cheek, my nose, my forehead. “Good night, Ellie,” he says softly.
    “Good night, Victor.” I rest my head on his chest, liking the feel of being wrapped in his arms. I start to doze off again, having one last thought before I do. “I think I’m in trouble.”

 
     
    My eyes flutter open, struggling to gain focus. As they do, they’re met by a wall of hard chest. I’m startled for a moment until I remember the events of last night. I’m with Victor, still wrapped in his arms. I start to relax back into his embrace. He senses that I’m awake and tightens his hold on me. “Good morning, Love,” he says, placing a kiss on my hair.
    “Good morning.”
    “Did you sleep okay?”
    “I did.”
    “I like waking up with you here in my arms,” he says with a lazy smile.
    “Yeah, it’s not so bad,” I say. It’s actually amazing. I can’t help but to stare at Victor’s beautiful face. I can still smell hints of his cologne lingering from last night. It’s like an aphrodisiac making me bolder. I move my hand from his chest up to his face, stroking his cheek, then I kiss him. This is the second time I’ve initiated a kiss with him. I’m surprised at the lack of control I have when I’m with him. He takes my kiss as an invitation and repositions us so that I’m on my back, half of his body resting on top of me. He slips his hands underneath my shirt and starts to roam. He hesitates, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily.
    “Is this okay? I wanna touch you but I’ll stop if it’s too much.”
    Why do I keep fighting this? It’s clear that I want him. I love his touch on my skin. I know the promise that I made to myself two years ago but right now, I want nothing more than his hands all over me. I nod my response and lift my head till our lips meet again. His right hand lightly grabs a fist full of my hair while his left hand, still under my shirt, makes its way to my bare breast. At the feel of him there, I let out a moan of pleasure.
    He feeds off of the sounds I’m making, deepening the kiss. His fingers start to knead my now taut nipple, sending me into a frenzy of emotion. Holy shit that feels amazing. I tighten my hold on him, one hand fisting his hair, the other pushing down on his ass. I gasp at the feel of his erection on my leg.
    Victor releases my breast, and moves a hand down to the hem of my t-shirt. He starts to lift it up, but stops abruptly. “Can I take this off? Is this too much? I can stop, Babe.”
    The look in his eyes penetrates me somewhere deep, melting away my defenses, making me braver. I grab