Seduced by the Italian (2 page)

Joanna looked over the various colors. “I’ll take the purple one, please.”

While she extracted money from her wallet, he bagged the items.  Joanna handed him the bills and took one last opportunity to ogle his lean form as he turned to finalize the transaction. The wide shoulders tape
re
d
to slim hips and a round
ass that filled out his jeans nicel
y.

Oh, to be young again.

“There you are.” He put the receipt in the bag and handed it to her.

“Thank you, Marco.”

“You are welcome…Joanna.”

His pronunciation
of her name was like a caress.

Man, he was good.

Too bad she’d never know how good.

All the way down the mall, the smile stayed
on her lips. Meeting Marco had put
a little zing in
her step.

And an ache between her legs.

* * * * *

It was late by the time Joanna left the mall. She’d actually enjoyed the afternoon and indulged herself by having a mani-petti.
After leaving the salon,
Victoria’
s Secret had caught her eye. It wasn’t normally where she bought her undergarments, but she figured what the heck. If a young man like Marc
o could look at her with desire –
and yes, she knew part of
it was the sales pitch process –
then
she wanted to
feel
desirable. The new lingerie was in one of the many bags she put into her trunk, except for the tangerine-colored teddy that she now wore beneath her sundress. Just the feel of the silky material
against her skin was a turn on.

She’d parked on the store side
of the mall
, not the cinema side, and now
the parking lot was virtually deserted as she climbed into her car. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she’d skipped lunch. In the spirit of the day, maybe she’d forget about counting calories and treat herself to Italian.

Marco
.

Just thinking about all the things she’d like to do with and to the hunky hair stylist had her
blood heating. She fanned herself with one hand, cranking the ignition with the other. She needed air conditioning. The car refused to start. With every turn of the key, s
he could hear a clicking noise.

Now what was she to do? She was two and half hours from home. She didn’t have anyone to call and she wasn’t familiar with any garages in the area. Maybe she could go back in the mall and find someone who could give her
some directions.

“Having problems, Joanna?”

Marco stood beside her car, a concerned frown marring his handsome brow.

How could he look so good? There wasn’t a wrinkle in his red polo shirt and
not a
hair
out of place in t
he beautiful black strands that
brushed his colla
r. He looked like a male model ready to pose.

She could feel perspiration running down the valley between her breasts.
She opened the door.

“Um, my car won’t start.”

“Pop the hood and I’ll take a look for you.”

“Oh, no. I couldn’t let you do that.” Joanna wasn’t sure why she was embarrassed. Maybe it had something to do with the provocative thoughts she’d been having about him all afternoon.

“Please,” h
e smiled down at her and her heart flip-flopped, “it will be my pleasure.”

Okay, did his eyes just assess her tits as he said ‘pleasure’ or was that her overheated imagination?

“Besides,” he continued, “
what kind of gentleman would I be if I left a beautiful damsel in distress?”

“Oh,” was all she could manage as she pulled the latch to release the hood. “Alright.”

Flustered
, she watched as he lifted the hood and peered into the engine. She had no idea how a car worked. She’d depended on Bill for these kinds of things. It was just another item in a growing list
of things
that she was going to have to start doing for herself.

Marco appeared at the window. “The battery cables are corroded. Do you have anything I can use to clean them? A screwdriver perhaps?”

Ah, she did have one of those in the roadside maintenance tool kit that Bill had gotten her for her birthday last year.

Another glaring sign of a disastrous marriage that she’d been too blind to see. She’d actually thought the gift meant
that
he worried about her traveling alone and had been concerned for her safety.

What a fool she’d been.

“It’s in the trunk, in the tool kit.” She popped the truck. “I’ll get it for you.”

“No.
” Marco’s han
d on her arm raised goosebumps even though it
felt like
a hundred degrees
inside the car
.

“You stay there
, please
. This is not a
job for a lady
.”

Wow. The amazing thing about that comment was that it didn’t sound sexist at all when he said it. It sounded like a man who knew how to treat a woman.

Would he be that accommodating
in bed?

After about ten minutes, he poked his head around the raised hood and asked her to
try and start the car.

Keeping her fingers crossed, she turned the key. Nothing happened. Not even the clicks she’d heard before.

“I am sorry.
” Marco leaned one hip against the closed
rear
door
and looked down at her
. “I
t seems y
our battery is dead.”

What a lousy ending to a perfectly good day.

“Is there somewhere I can get a new one installed?” She glanced at her watch. It was now a little past nine o’clock. Darkness had fallen while he’d worked on her car, bringing some relief from the humidity of the day.

“I do not think I know of any place where this could be done so late in the evening.” His tone was apologetic. “I am sorry I could not fix this for you.”

“It’s not your fault. Thank you so much for trying.” She bit her lip. “Do you think you could give me a lift to the nearest motel?”

“Motel?” He straightened away from the car, peering down at her. “You do not live in Knoxville?”

Joanna shook her head. “No. I just came down for the day.”

“I see.” He pushed his hair back, tucking the long strands behind his ears.

He had great cheekbones.

Among other things.

“Why don’t you come home with me? I live alone and you can sleep in my bed tonight.”

Oh, the temptation
.

“I…I couldn’t do that.”

He placed a hand over his heart. “
I promise you will be safe.”

Joanna bit her lip. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust herself. “I’m sure I will, but I don’t want to put you out.”

“Don’
t worry about me,” Marco smiled. “I
f you want, I can sleep on the couch.”

Did he mean what she thought he meant?

Opening the door
wider
, he took her hand
and helped her out of the car.

“Is there anything you need f
rom your vehicle before we go?”

She had her purse. “No, I don’t…no.”
She couldn’t think with his hand holding hers.

Taking the key from her, he locked the car. His warm hand settled low on her back near the curve of
her hip. “I am
just over here.”

His ‘car’
was
a
Jeep Wrangler with the top removed. He settled Joanna in and reached for the seatbelt.

“I can do that.” She reached for the seatbelt but ended up grabbing his hand.

He was so warm, so…masculine
.

His gaze
bored into hers
, his face mere inches away
. “I want to make sure no harm comes to you while you are in my care.” He tugged the strap across her body, the back of his hand brushing
against her breasts.

Okay, she had not imagined that.

Her nipples tightened in response and she knew he could see the hard buds poking against the th
in fabric of her dress. Her breasts
weren’t huge, but they were b
ig, like ripe oranges, and firm,
even at her age.

His eyes were riveted to the front of her dress. He inhaled deeply,
nostrils flaring, as his gaze sought hers
again
.

Now that was d
efinitely desire. And he wasn’t trying to sell her anything.

Joanna’s breath turned into
ragged little pants.

“I was going to take you out for dinner.” His hand cupped her breast, thumbing the hard nipple through the thin material. “Are you hungry, Joanna?”

She could only shake her head.

Her need for food had been replaced by another type of hunger.

Slam
ming her
door, Marco quickly rounded the vehicle, letting himself in and starting the
jeep
in one fluid motion. Without a word, h
e drove out of the parking lot.

Joanna was beginning to doubt the sanity of her choice and opened her mouth to break the unnerving silence. “Marco, I…”

“Be quiet, Joanna.” He didn’t look at her, concentrating instead on navigating the busy downtown streets. “My apartment is just a sh
ort distance…but I can’t wait.”

His right hand left the steering wheel and closed around her left thigh. Pulling the hem of her dress upward,
his hand followed, stroking
along the soft skin of her inner thigh. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he prodded her right leg with his fingers
, urging her to open up to him.

Joanna complied, shifting so that her knees were on either side of the seat. Her pussy was already drenched, anticipating his touch.
He found the snaps of the teddy where it closed at the top of her mound and wrenched them apart. With unerring accuracy, his fingers parted her, finding t
he throbbing bud of her desire.

“So wet, Joanna.” His voice was guttural, thick with desire. “So hot for me.”

He held her pussy lips apart, fingering the tiny nub rhythmically. Joanna gripped the door handle, pushing her throbbin
g clit into his probing finger.

“Oh,
Joanna,
I can
not
wait for you
to hump my dick like that.”

The graphic words sent Joanna over the edge. She clamped her thighs around his hand as the orgasm overtook her.

* * * * *

They were barely inside the door before Marco had her legs around his waist and his tongue in her mouth. Pinned between the closed door and his hard body, Joanna was delirious with need. Her body was on fire. Her breasts ached. She could feel the hard ridge of his dick pressing against her crotch. Her pussy juices ran down her thighs.

“Hold on to me,
tesoro
.” His hands went to her bodice, undoing the buttons that held the thin summer dress together. His eyes blazed at the sight of her ripe flesh overflowing the top of the lacy teddy. “Beautiful,” he groaned, taking
a tit
in each hand and squeezing gently. He pushed the soft mo
unds together. “I must
taste
.”

Joanna kept her arms around his neck, clasping her hands to hold on. Locking her legs tighter around his waist, she leaned back, anchoring herself against the door as his head bent to her breasts, his hot mouth capturing first one tu
rgid nipple and then the other.

The tug of his mouth on her nipples shot ripples of pleasure straight to her hungry pussy. She ached to have him inside of her, filling her, pounding her aching hole. When he stepped back, disentangling himself from her hold, Joanna wasn’t sure she
could stand. Her legs trembled. A
long with the rest of her fevered body. If not for the support of the solid door, she would
have been
a heap on the floor. She whimpered.

“It is
okay. I will pleasure you
.” Marco dragged
his shirt over his head revealing a wide chest and washboard abs. “I have a ha
rd
on so bad it hurts and I must
get out of these pants.” His hands dropped to his jeans and Joanna followed his progress with avid intere
st. She wanted to see his dick.

He yanked the
pants off – no underwear –
and stood before her. Her eyes traced his body. He looked like a Greek statue, all perfectly chiseled male perfection. But it was the essence of him that drew her. His dick was the biggest she’d ever seen, protruding from balls the size
of lemons. It was at least nine
inches long and as big around as her wrist. The thought crossed her mind that he could always make a living doing porn. The blue-veined head glistened with pre-cum and Joanna licked her lips.