Giovanni (Blood Brothers Book 6) by Eve Vaughn

unable to help himself. He was so fucking hard, he couldn’t think straight. He wasn’t sure how he would be able to contain himself if she continued. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her it might be a good idea if she left but something unexpected happened.
    Sydney leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter Eight
    When Sydney heard John crying out as she walked to her room, her first instinct was to mind her own business and keep going. The situation between them was already tense and awkward, with each of them going out of their way to avoid the other. But she’d found herself knocking on his door because she couldn’t turn her back on his pain. It just wasn’t in her.
    She even knew it was a bad idea to be alone with him in his room but she couldn’t turn his offer down. Though she couldn’t explain it, there seemed to be some kind of force that drew her to this mysterious man. It made her want to know more about him. It had broken her heart to hear how he tortured himself over the loss of his brother.
    Once she had been assured that he was okay, she should have left, but unable to leave well enough alone she found herself touching him. His face was strong and she imagined him to be quite handsome. It certainly made sense now why Darlene had fawned all over him. Unable to help herself she pressed her lips against his. She told herself that it was his heady scent, the way his breath hitched in his throat or maybe it was the way his heart throbbed beneath his touch. Whatever the reason she kissed him, the moment she felt his sensual lips beneath hers, her body instantly went up in flames. In a brief moment of clarity it dawned on Sydney how precarious her situation was and she attempted to pull away, but John pulled her closer.
    He cupped the back of her head, taking complete control of the kiss. He pressed his tongue past her slightly parted lips and swirled it around as if he wanted to explore every nook and cranny of his mouth. He tasted amazing. It was like chocolate, mint, and something tangy and bold like a fine wine. Sydney grasped his shoulders and pushed her tongue forward to meet his, wanting to savor ever moment. She’d experienced many kisses before but none that made her toes curl and ignite her senses. Sydney believed she could get drunk from his kisses. The head rush made her head spin but in a good way.
    With a growl, John yanked her out of her chair and lifted her into his arms. Instinctively, Sydney wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as she felt the sensation of being carried. It felt like she was floating. His arms were strong like corded ropes and she’d never felt more secure than she did in this moment. “So beautiful,” he muttered against her mouth before tugging her bottom lip between his teeth. She dug her fingers through his silky locks. Her pussy throbbed, and the need to be closer to him was all she could think about. Sydney’s nipples pressed painfully against her pajama top.
    She grinded against him to temper the ache within her core.
    Gently, he placed her on the bed and opened her robe. He slid into the bed next to her and ran kisses over her face and neck as he unbuttoned her top. With each button he opened, he’d place a kiss on the skin he exposed, all while avoiding her breasts. She squirmed wanting to feel his mouth all over her. Sydney wanted desperately to ‘see’ him. He was bare-chested which made it easy for her to freely explore his body. She could feel his well-developed torso and the defined muscles. She moaned when her fingers encountered rippled abs.
    “You’re beautiful,” she murmured.
    “You seem so sure of it.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
    “Oh, I can tell. I may not be able to see with my eyes, but other senses haven’t let me down.” She ran a finger over his peck and found nipple. It fascinated her how it puckered beneath her