To hell with it, she definitely was swooning. The mix of his soft but masculine cologne, the heat of his skin touching hers, coupled with his heated blue gaze was enough to make any woman who liked dick a little dizzy.
It had always been this way between them. Even when they were teenagers who knew nothing about love, the moment they’d locked gazes, they’d been joined at the hip for four straight years.
He touched his hand to the small of her back, bringing her back to the present. She stiffened, not because his touch bothered her, but because she wanted more of it. And right now, with this gig being so close to finishing, being distracted by errant desires of Tomasso touching her just would not do.
“I…I,” she stammered, trying to make her tongue speak intelligible words. “I think you’re mistaken.”
He shook his head, still pinning her with his eyes. “Nope. I’m not. In fact, I have proof.”
“Proof?” Her skeptical brow raised trying to figure out what kind of proof he could possibly have.
“In fifteen years, I’ve never attended one of these alumni events, let alone volunteered one of my businesses as a venue.”
“I don’t understand how that’s proof, Tomasso.”
He stepped even closer, their bodies almost touching as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“I’m here because I knew you were going to be here. We’ve got some unfinished business, you and I.”
She could feel the vee forming between her brows as confusion muddled her brain.
“Do we? As far as I remember, our business ended when you broke up with me because, and I quote, “You don’t fit into my world, Najah. It’s time for me to move on with someone else who does.”
That painful memory that she’d worked so hard to forget resurfaced with precise clarity. She looked up into his eyes, expecting to see the cold gaze she remembered from that day. But all she saw was remorse and what looked like…shame?
Whatever it was, it flickered brightly for a second and then it was gone, and in its place was conviction and fire.
“That was not my finest moment. I owe you the biggest of apologies for how I ended things. I was a stupid kid with a lot going on in his head. Instead of saying that, I took the easy way out and blamed it on our differences instead.”
He placed a finger under her chin, making sure she was looking directly at him.
“I’m sorry, Najah.”
“You came all the way here to apologize to me?” He smiled down at her like he had a secret that she wasn’t privy to.
“Najah, I had every intention of apologizing to you when I found you. But that’s not the reason I came here.”
“Then what is?”
He paused, cupping her cheek, and stroking the skin there.
“I came for you, Najah.” He stood there with determination etched into his features as he continued, “And I intend to have you.”
Chapter 2
Breathe,Najah.Justbreathe.
Najah repeated the litany that her late grandma Jeanie used to whisper to her every time she was afraid or worried about something.
She needed that control right now. She wasn’t afraid. But she was damn sure worried about losing control to the man in front of her.
Tomasso Moretti, sex on legs, just told her he intended to have her. And by the way he’d let the tip of his tongue swipe over his bottom lip, she was pretty sure it didn’t have anything to do with a single item on the alumni event itinerary.
Nope, she didn’t need this right now. She absolutely did not need this. She was here to do a thing to build her business. Having this sexy, rich man “have her” whatever the hell that meant, was not on the agenda, no matter how much she wanted it to be.
And just to be clear, she definitely did want it to be.
His silky deep voice had already awakened desire in her. The idea of him acting on his stated intention had her folds slick and her pussy aching for attention.
