We were too lazy to fetch my things from the guest bath, so thanks to using his shower products, I even smell like him from head to toe. I like it the same way I like him.
Too damn much.
He wraps his oversized, fluffy black towel around his hips and pulls me into his chest. “Iamstarving.”
His mouth finds mine, and I don’t fight it. I can’t anymore. All I can do is wind my arms around his neck and hold on tight, opening for his tongue.
“For you,” he murmurs against my lips.
I can’t deny the rush his words send down my spine.
We ventured into dangerous territory tonight and my rational mind knows it, but the rest of me doesn’t give a fuck. She’s having way too much fun.It’s purely physical, I tell myself. We’re two responsible adults. I mean, yes, he’s a top dog in the Mafia. Yes, that makes me nervous and uncomfortable. But I’m not marrying the man. And anyway, I’m stuck here for the next week and a half. I might as well get the most bang for my buck.
Bad pun intended.
I kiss him some more, luxuriating in the feel of him, keeping my sanity parked firmly at the door to this apartment, which is where it’s going to have to stay until I get my fill of Alessio or until Luna’s honeymoon is over. Whichever comes first.
His stomach growls, and I’m the first one to break the kiss.
“Apparently, your stomach disagrees,” I point out wryly.
“You’re just trying to get my strength up so I can fuck you again,” he growls.
My pussy pulses. He’s not wrong. I do want him again. I want him more than I ever imagined possible. So much it scares me. We’ve gone from zero to one hundred over the last few hours. But I’ll worry about that later.
“Maybe.” I kiss him again, still tasting the two of us in our kiss. “But either way, you should eat something.”
He pulls his head back and flashes me a smug grin. “I give you a couple of good orgasms, and you’re fussing over me like a mother hen.”
Damn.I feel warmth creeping into my cheeks, but I do my best to ignore it.
“You’re awfully full of yourself.”
“I like it when you’re full of me.”
So do I, but I don’t say that out loud. God, his mouth. I love it when he talks dirty to me. When he tells me every filthy thing he wants to do to me. It makes me wild for him.
We kiss again. I’m about to lose the towel I’ve loosely wrapped around myself.
I step back, holding the towel firmly in place. “You need dinner.”
“Fine.”
Although I want to kiss him some more, I restrain myself. If this keeps up, we’ll end up back in bed, and even if I’d like nothing better, now that my brain is functioning again, I’m back to wondering what had him so worked up when he walked through the door. I know it’s not anything to do with Luna and Priest, or he would have said so. But the possibility that it’s related to the psycho Russian stalker has unease tightening its hold on me.
I slip past him and head into his bedroom, where our scattered clothing and the rumpled bed are a reminder of everything that just happened. Hastily, I pick up my clothingwith as much dignity as I can muster and start heading out of his room with it tucked under my arm.
“Where are you going?” he demands.
“To get dressed.”
His head pops around the doorway. “I want to keep you naked and in my bed all night long.”
Sounds like paradise to me. Also sounds dangerous. Sternly, I remind myself that if I’m going to do this, cross this boundary with him and stay firmly on the other side until I leave the city or we both grow tired of each other, then I need to keep a good head on my shoulders. I can’t allow myself to be entirely in the dark about the world he inhabits. Particularly as it pertains to me.
“What was bothering you earlier?” I ask him, shifting gears.
His expression shutters. “Nothing.”
