Free The Good Daughter by Diana Layne Page B

float down to slice in half on his sword, Nia felt Sandro’s body tense next to her.
    “ You are very bad,” he scolded, obviously realizing what was coming next.
    She looked at him. “I’m trying to be but no one will let me.” She slid her hand across the hard ridges on his stomach surprising herself with her boldness.
    He grabbed her arm with a low growl.
    That’s when she came to her senses, aware she was throwing herself at him. “I’m no better than a groupie,” she muttered realizing he must have women throw themselves at him all the time. “I’m sorry,” she told him, embarrassed by her actions. “I thought you were interested. Beppe’s right, I am inexperienced. Sex has never been high on my priority list.” She slid her arm from his grasp. “I’ll just um . . . go back to my room. Um, now.”
    She intended to climb off the couch, but he caught her around her waist, and in an unexpected move she was on her back with him straddled on top of her.
    Her eyes widened.
    Sandro moved closer, closer, so close she felt his breath whispering across her face. Her heart thumped heavy and hard. She was certain he could see it pounding as he lowered his gaze to her chest. As if in proof, he laid his hand between her breasts. Her eyes drifted shut. Anticipation. Fantasy. Need.
    Maddeningly avoiding her breasts which were swelling with desire, he trailed his hand up to her neck. There, his thumb brushed the thudding pulse at the base of her throat.
    When he pulled back, she moaned.
    “ You are wrong,” he said.
    Her eyes snapped back open.
    “ I am interested. But your first time . . . should be special. Not like this.”
    “ Like this?” The weight of him, the closeness of him, her brain seemed sluggish and she didn’t understand what he meant.
    “ In a hurry,” he told her. “Afraid someone will interrupt.”
    “ There’s my room,” she suggested.
    “ And if Beppe wakes up and I am not on this sofa, where do you think he will look? Besides, it would not be honorable to use his house for our pleasure.”
    Nia knew he was right. She sighed. “Why do you have to be so logical?” She didn’t know how he could be so logical either, since the thing most prevalent on her mind was finding a way to get closer to him.
    “ Is not easy being logical, especially when I want to . . .” and what followed was a whole string of Italian words that sounded so sexy she wanted to rip off her clothes, even though she had no idea how to translate.
    “ What’d you just say to me?”
    “ I told you what I want to do with you, but I don’t know how to say the English.”
    “ Why don’t you show me instead, and I’ll interpret for you? I know, I know.” She cut off the sure protest he would make. “You don’t want to do anything here. So you can come to my dorm room with me tomorrow night. I’ll kick out my roommate.”
    He chuckled. “You have one thing on the brain.”
    “ Can you blame me?”
    His smile swiftly changed to seriousness. “I would like that very much, but Beppe and Luciana--”
    “ I know what you’re going to say. You haven’t seen them in years. And I understand. You don’t have enough time with them as it is. I guess I’m out of luck.”
    “ Don’t be impatient. You will be at the World Cup.”
    “ World Cup? Geez, that’s four months away.”
    “ Will give you time to learn Italian so you know what I say.”
    “ Ha. You’re the one making me wait. Better learn those words you need to know in English.”
    He kissed her then, a passionate kiss that had her pushing her body as physically close as possible. He followed with more whispered words in Italian.
    “ All right, all right. I’ll learn Italian,” she gasped. “You just make sure you find a way for us to be together during the World Cup.” She hoped he had an idea how he was going to pull that off.
    “ I’ll find a way. I will be your first lover.”
    “ My first lover, hm? That means I’m not supposed to have sex