“You told them about me?” She hadn’t expected that he would—not yet, anyway.
“Of course I did.” He cocked his head with a smile, running his fingers through her tangled waves. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Gina didn’t have an answer.
“Will you come?”
“I’d love to.” She laid her head on his shoulder, stroking the stubble along his jaw. “I promised my mom I’d help her that day—Rossi’s is crazy busy during the festival—but yes, I’ll be there.”
“Good,” he said, releasing a breath. “Come as early as you can. We’ll have dinner together. They put on quite a spread for us.”
“Okay, I will.”
“Look, it’s almost dark.” Matt stood and, taking her by the hand, he helped her out of her seat. “Let’s go up top for the show.”
They reclined together, side by side on a double lounger, gazing at the clear night sky.
And Gina waited.
For the fireworks to start.
To have his hands on her.
His fingers made a lazy trail up and down her arm, catching on her skin. “Damn calluses. Hazard of the trade. I’m sorry, bunny, but you won’t feel anything soft with me.”
“I like it,” she said, turning her head toward him. “I don’t want soft from you.”
Matt gave her a look.
“Why do you seem so surprised?”
“I’m not sure you know what you’re saying yet.” He shook his head and turned onto his side, tracing her lips with his finger. “Are you still a virgin?”
Does it matter?
Her gaze returned to the sky above. “No, I’ve had sex before.”
His hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “One day soon, I’m gonna fuck you ’til you’re crying for me.”
“If you can catch me.”
He smiled then, and it was a promise. “Oh, my beautiful baby rabbit, I will hunt you down and pin you to the ground until you beg me for mercy.”
“Will you now?”
“I said so, didn’t I?” His hand ghosted over the curve of her hip. “But right now, I’m going to make you come on my fingers under the fireworks.”
“Someone might see.” And why did the thought of that excite her?
A husky chuckle fanned her neck. Rough fingertips crept up her inner thigh, heating her blood. “Do you care?”
“Not really, no,” Gina said, her breath sawing in and out.
Black silk panties slid down her thighs. “Pull your dress up. Show me that pretty virgin pussy.”
“I told you, I’m not a virgin.”
“Yeah, you are,” Matt said, swiping his fingers through her slit.
