Finally, we are on our way to Stefano's penthouse; I can't believe I spent the whole evening waiting for him at the warehouse after we hadn't seen each other for two months!
Once we get inside, he leads me straight to his bedroom. What I see when he opens the door takes my breath away. There are scented candles everywhere and rose petals on the bed.
"Stefano, what is all this?" I ask, smiling at the romantic scene in front of me.
"As tonight is our first time together after having been away, I wanted to make it special for you," he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"You didn't have to do that," I tell him turning around to face him. I can't believe he did something this lovely for me.
"I wanted to," he murmurs, capturing my lips in a heated kiss. This kiss is very different from the kiss I received earlier today at his warehouse. This kiss tells me he wants me, now! He grabs my ass and lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He walks me to the bed and gently lays me down. As I gaze up into his lust-filled eyes, he disentangles himself and takes off his shirt. The sight of him takes my breath away; he is like a dream come true. I sit up and stroke my hands down his abs, and admire his tattoos. But before I can take it further, he pushes me back on the bed and starts kissing me from my neck to my shoulder. I expect him to unbutton my shirt, but instead, he rips it open, buttons flying everywhere. "Someone is eager tonight," I gasp out, fleetingly worried about my ruined shirt.
"You don't know how much I missed you," he says, lowering his head onto my breast. But I stop him before he gets carried away. "What's wrong?" he asks worriedly.
"Nothing is wrong. Stefano, I am ready."
He looks shocked. 'You're ready? Are you sure? I am happy to just make out."
"I know and, I am sure. I want this," I assure him. We haven't been together for that long, but I know I want him to be my first. I know he will be gentle and make it good.
"Oh my god, you don't know how happy I am to hear this," he tells me and softly kisses my forehead, then my eyes, my mouth, and works his way down, tickling me with his kisses.
The following morning I wake up with a big smile on my face. Stefano was amazing. He was gentle and even cleaned me up after and changed the sheets. I have heard stories about how your first time is never great, but with Stefano, it was terrific. After our shower, he told me he knew I would be sore and to rest. A couple of hours ago, however, he woke me ready for round two. And let me tell you, unlike the first time, he was a beast in bed. I was surprised, but he still took care of my needs.
I gently move from under his arm and get up. I pick up his shirt and sniff in his delicious scent before putting it on and going to the kitchen.
I check the fridge and cupboards to see if he has the ingredients to make pancakes. I take out everything I need and begin making breakfast before Stefano wakes up. While I am pouring the pancake batter into the pan, someone wraps his arms around my waist.
"Good morning Luce del sole (Sunshine)," Stefano says, pecking my cheeks.
"Good morning," I say, smiling
"Why are you not in bed?"
"I wanted to make breakfast for us before you woke up."
"I don't need food as long as I have you," He says, nibbling on my ear. He kisses the back of my ear and whispers into it, "You look amazing in my shirt, but too bad I have to take it off you," He says, and passes his hands into the shirt, and starts moving his hands around my body. He spins me around and captures my lips in a passionate kiss. He lifts me off the ground, places me on the kitchen counter, and sets himself between my legs.
"Stefano," I moan as his lips do amazing things to my body. All the memories of what we did last night start flashing before my eyes, but I come back to reality the second I smell the burning pancakes. "Oh, my God," I say, pushing Stefano away so that I can come down and switch off the stove with the burning pancake.
"You ruined our breakfast," I say,
"I didn't do anything," He says, pretending not to be guilty.
"It's your entire fault."
"I think it's both our fault because it takes two to tango," He says, smirking.
"Stay away from me, don't come close to me until I am done" Stefano makes me go crazy, and I am hungry, so I need to make breakfast for both of us.
"I promise I won't touch you until you are done," He says, smirking and steps away from me, but pokes my stomach before completely walking away.
"Stefano!" I say, giggling at his behavior
"Now, I promise," He says, smiling.
I was finally able to make breakfast for us without Stefano's hands or kisses. While we are eating, I speak to Stefano about what mom and I talked about.
"So you know I am going back tonight."
"Yeah, I do even though I would prefer you won't, but I understand why you need to go back."
"I would love to spend more time with you too, but I have to get back to work. I was wondering since you have dealt with the problem that needed your immediate attention. You might have time to fly back to Miami with me and have dinner with my dad."
"I would love to, honey, but I am actually not done with the issue."
"Oh," I say, feeling sad.
"But I can tell this dinner with your dad is important to you, so why don't we have it during the week. Once I have fully dealt with the issue at hand, I will fly over to Miami and have dinner with your dad."
"Thank you, it would really mean the world to me if you make time for dinner with him. I really want my dad to approve of you."
"Your dad does not approve of me?" Stefano asks, surprised
"Not really, but kind of"
"Why?"
"You remember the week I stayed back after I said I was going home and the extra week I spent in Paris with you."
"Of course I remember; the second week was one of the best weeks in my life," He says, smiling.
"Me too, but because of that, your reputation in front of my dad has kind of tarnished."
"Oh, I did not know, but he seemed fine with me during your birthday party."
"He was until he found out that you were the reason his precious daughter was two weeks late to resume work."
"Oh, I will have a lot of convincing to do during that dinner."
"Yes, you will, but don't worry. He still thinks highly of you a little because you are Mr. Costanzo's son."
"I wish he approves of me because I can't imagine my life without you in it," He says, smiling while staring into my eyes.
"Me too" ?