excited and romanced
seeing the romantic city laid out at her feet.
If Allan was trying to get her to fall in love with
him by taking her to the city of love, he might just succeed.
They then went to the longest and widest staircase in
Europe, the Spanish Steps, which led to the church of Trinita Dei Monti and watched the choir sing
with the other tourists. It was a little embarrassing standing in a church with
Allan hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. She felt like she should be
praying for forgiveness or something, but the other tourists looked at them
like they were watching true love exist before their eyes. It was funny seeing
how uncomfortable that made Allan and he quickly dragged her off to the Colosseum .
That got to Riana. The impact of being in a monument
that old was like nothing she’d felt before. It made her feel like she’d died
and gone to art heaven. She wanted to sit right in the middle of the monument
and soak up all the inspiration and just paint. Her fingers were already
itching for a paint brush. Its beauty was just…she wasn’t sure there was a word
that effectively described how being there made her feel.
She was grateful to Allan because without him, there
was no way she would experience the passion and all the feelings bombarding her
at the moment.
She fisted his shirt in her hand, dragged him behind a
pillar, and kissed him with all that inspired passion. He kissed her back and laughed
until he felt how serious she was. He turned them around and pressed her
against the pillar. She felt his hand on her thigh as he pulled her leg up then
he released her, quickly ending the kiss. After a few minutes of fighting to
clear her passion hazed vision, Riana noticed the security guard with a cheshire smile on his face.
She felt a little disappointed and very embarrassed
for being caught. Nothing could have topped making love at the Colosseum , which she knew would have happened if they
weren’t interrupted. She could still feel him pressed against her belly, his
hands shaking on her waist as Allan struggled to regain control.
She stepped away from him and began taking pictures
before the security guard threw them out. She moved around, Allan following
behind her quietly keeping his distance. He told her it was best until he could
either get something cold to cool off his body or return to the suite, which he
was all for. She voted for lunch and as may cold drinks as he wanted. He
groaned his disapproval but agreed.
The day was off to a wonderful start and she didn’t
want it to end. There was so much to see and so many places to go and she only
had two days to do so.
* * * *
Allan’s fork halted at his mouth when he heard her
groan. He looked up. Her eyes were closed as she pulled the fork out of her
mouth with a sweet sigh. She’d done that with every dish she’d sampled that
day, and it was getting damn difficult not to drag her back to the hotel. They
almost didn’t make it out when he saw her in that short white dress—thank you
Wilma—her damp curly hair free around her shoulders.
He noticed she
didn’t wear makeup except for lip gloss and he liked that about her. It made
him realize the only reason he’d liked his women dressed to perfection from the
hair on their heads to the nails on their toes was because he’d liked having a
trophy on his arm.
But Riana was no trophy. She was something else. Something
much better. He just didn’t know what exactly. He hadn’t put his finger on it
yet.
She picked up a meatball with her tiny fingers and
lifted it to her mouth. Her lips covered half of it as she took a slow bite. She
savored the taste and rewarding it with another eye closing sigh before she
tossed the entire thing into her mouth. She sucked the sauce off her fingers
with a smile, her head leaning lazily to the side.
Fuck! Allan had never been so turned on in his life. All he
could think about was her savoring a part of his anatomy in the same