ADRIANA'S POV
I didn't move, and that was what baffled me more, even as his hands snaked around my neck, pulling me closer to me, his tongue gently seeking permission.
Why wasn't I moving away?
It felt good, his soft lips on mine moving in perfect sync like it was meant to be there. I didn't like to deny when something made me feel good so I wouldn't deny how safe I felt in his arms and how wrong it felt at this same time. I should be able to deny it but I couldn't.
Placing my hands gently on his chest, I pushed him away gently, my eyes searching the ground as the sounds of our heavy breathing filled the space.
"Tesoro…" He said huskily, sounding out of breath, his hand still gently resting on my shoulder.
He was just trying to help me get over my fear but it felt like I was beginning to overthink it. I wasn't the type of some sort of casual relationship and it felt like this was what this would lead to. I was no mafia's mistress.
