Chapter forty seven

Antonio went home and he could not stop thinking about her scent was still etched on his mind, he could feel her pull him in for a kiss, it was less just the thought of her below him, he was now like a child waiting for Santa on Christmas eve, he wanted her bad, he could not sleep because his heart is wherever she is right now, he kept thinking about what she was doing,

He put on his clothes and took the key to his bike and went straight out to the park below

He went straight to his bike and turned it on the sound from it always gave him a feeling of joy as he pulled it out and went straight to ambers house on the way he called her, he was still up, "he said I am on my way to you",

I am waiting she said she did not know what more to say, so she ended the call,

She could not sleep she was thinking about him and all that happened in the limo, she wanted him to invite her over, she wanted to invite him over but it was too soon she thought, 

But now she felt it wasn't too early, it was night and at night nothing ever worked with the clock, as she thought about what he was going to come and do to her she could feel her herself get wet on the thought.

she had imaginations of him and her in her head already from every meeting they had and it had made her cravings grow she remembered his masculine body when she watched him undress when he thought she was asleep in his house, she remembered how the v on his waist exposed her mind to how well built his package was, his steeled body and his thick dark hair that complemented those eyes that sent a rush down her body...........

The doorbell rang and she went to open it, she was anxious who was at the door, was it him, or maybe Philip, it was late for Philip but he might check up on her to know if she was okay, he has been doing that a lot these days.

He has been careful not to fall into my grandfather's temper now.

I peeped to see who it was and my heart beat faster as I open the door, he walks in and I lock the door behind him, he keeps his helmet on the table and unzips his leather jacket,

He runs his hand through his hair as I watch him, standing there 

"It's late you know " I manage to say

Yes I know that he says looking straight at me stripping me off my nighties with his eyes, but I want his hands, his voice coated with desire reverberates in my soul,

I am not wearing anything under and the heat my body is feeling from the tension in the room is arousing, I can't think of anything else as I walk towards him like sheep to the slaughter, his eyes pull me to him.