~ Massimo ~
I stood there in the center of my room and watched the door slam behind Niamh.
I took a deep breath, drawing in her scent that still lingered in the room. My eyes closed for a moment, and my head fell back as I savored it.
My mind took the opportunity to drag me back to the club. I could still feel the way her body moved against mine, a sinful, slow grind that matched the heavy thrum of the bass.
I could still taste the whiskey and mint on her tongue, feel the softness of her skin, and hear the beautiful sound of her moans.
I could still see her on my bed striking that pose with a warm, genuine smile that deserved a renaissance painting.
I had to force myself to stop thinking about it. Not because I was tired of the memory, but because my blood was already rushing south again.
It was a problem I didn't know how to solve unless the solution was Niamh herself, and she was currently back in her room, probably cursing my name.
