The doorman opened the door to the jag.
"I've got her Armando." Gianni said as the doorman stepped back from the car.
She was asleep. Gianni undid her seatbelt and lifted her into his arms.
"Your discretion, Armando." Gianni said, casting the doorman a meaningful glance.
The doorman nodded gravely. "Of course sir, I'll have your bags taken upstairs."
Gianni carried her through the doors of his apartment in the trendy penthouse building. Boxes were still piled in the living room, the kitchen and in the bedroom, but the bed was made in his own bedroom.
He laid her in his bed, slipped her shoes off her feet, and pulled a sheet over her. He stood a moment, watching her sleep, then turned and left the room.
***
Gianni sat on the chic modern couch. His legs, crossed, rested on the coffee table. He'd been drinking a little. Not enough to be intoxicated, but enough to dull the senses, enough to dull the rage when he though of someone touching her, hurting her. He felt sure it had been Montelli. His anger burned like the alcohol he poured down his throat. He felt a failure. He had thought something was wrong the first time he'd laid eyes on her. The second, he was sure of it.
He had wanted to protect her. But what had done? Nothing! He cursed himself. He hadn't protected her. Alejandro Montelli had come had come and—Gianni couldn't complete the thought.
Her scream shattered his thoughts. He was up and in the bedroom and seconds.
She was having a nightmare. She tossed fitfully in her sleep. The covers were tangled about her slim legs. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her fingers clutched the bed sheets. Her face was flushed. Her chest heaved as sobs racked her body.
"Natasha wake up!" he urged. He shook her gently and she sat up with a start.
She reached for him and he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.
"Shh." Everything's alright now." He held her against himhis fingers making slow circles over her back, breathing in her scent. "No one's going to hurt you here." He stroked her hair.
He laid her back amongst the pillows gently. He brushed a dark curl back from her face. "Go back to sleep. You're safe."
He stood and was about to make his way from the room when she sat up abruptly and grabbed his shirt sleeve."Gianni..." her voice was slightly above a whisper but it cut right through him.
He sighed and turned to face her. Dreading yet desiring her at once. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. She slid her hands over his chest. "Stay," she breathed looking up into his face.
He groaned and looked at the ceiling, trying to ignore the throbbing that had taken over his loins.
Clenching his jaw he shook his head. "I can't. You know I can't."
She toyed with the buttons of his shirt and stepped closer. Her hips pressed against his and he felt his stomach clench as she came into contact with his arousal.
She stood on her tip-toes and brushed her lips over his jaw as he turned his face away. "Why not?" she whispered and trailed her lips down his throat.
He held back a moan as he firmly took her shoulders in his grasp and set her away from him. Her eyes widened in surprise. He frowned at her, "Because you're probably feeling vulnerable and upset. I'm not going to take advantage of you that way. You don't need to share my bed for me to protect you."
She sucked in her cheeks slightly and looked at the floor between them. Deliberately she brought her hands to the hem of her sweater. She met his gaze and pulled the sweater up over her head.
Gianni could only stare at her. Her full breasts were encased in a simple black bra nearly overflowing. Her stomach was flat and taut, a small jewel glinting in her belly button.
She gazed at him. "Stay," she repeated.
He tore his gaze away from her body and struggled to remain focused on her face. A mistake. Her eyes smoldered. "Natasha--" he started.
She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pushed them down her hips revealing her long brown legs and black boycut underwear. She stepped out of the jeans to stand before him. "Stay."
Gianni searched for control. He lowered his head, his fist clenching as he sought to stop himself from reaching for her. She moved closer to him and slid her hands up over his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck, forcing him to meet her gaze.
Her voice was soft, husky. "I'm fine, Gianni. I'm not feeling vulnerable at all. I feel...safe. And right now...I only want you."
She watched surprise flicker in his grey eyes. Tentatively, she pressed her lips to his and hugged herself closer.
He did not respond at first; his arms at his sides, his lips pliant beneath her own.
He groaned against her mouth and wrapped his arms around her crushing her to him. He lifted her off her feet and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. Her mound came in contact with his bulging erection and she gasped.
He skillfully took over the kiss. His tongue teased the seam of her lips to invade her mouth, his tongue invading the heat of her mouth.
Her breasts were crushed against his chest and he savored feeling every exquisite inch of her against him. He slowly lowered her to the bed, her arms still entwined around his his neck, her legs wrapped around him, her mouth greedily stealing the air from his lungs.
He pulled his head back and watched confusion and disappointment enter her darkened gaze as he insistently pulled her arms from around his neck and removed her legs from his waist. Her full pink lips formed a pout. A small smile twitched at his lips as he pressed a finger to those lips and silenced her protests. He rose from the bed but he did not leave her.
He instead knelt at the edge of the bed. She sat up on her elbows to watch him. "Gianni, what--oh!"
He hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her ass to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling. He brought his hands to the sides of her underwear and pulled them down her legs before placing his hands on the insides of her thighs pushing them apart gently but deliberately.
Her brown pussy was revealed to him and he groaned. He grinned and looked up at her face. She was still on her elbows staring at him in something akin to shock. A devilish smile tilted his lips and she thought she'd cum if he just continued to look at her like that. His voice was low, "Bella, you have the the prettiest little pussy i've ever seen."
He slid a finger into her wetness and felt her clench around him and her hips jerked as he pressed the the flat of his tongue to her clit.
"Ah!" she shuddered and she flopped back to the bed. His low chuckle reverberated through her. "Oh God!"
He curled his finger against her g-spot and finger fucked her as his tongue continued to flick at her clit. She fisted the sheets in her hands as her back arched off the bed and she came against his mouth. "Fuck!" she breathed. Wave after wave of pleasure sent her body trembling and she threw her head back and gasped.
