I shrugged. “I guess so.”
“What the hell?”
“Hey,” I said softly. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I doubt anythingwill happen for a while. You will need to finish college, and you’re so young. You will have some time to have your first kiss.”
“Will I?”
My eyes locked on her lips. They were full, the cupid’s bow pronounced. “Yes.”
It was a miracle she hadn’t been kissed already, because there was nothing I wanted more than to pull her into my arms and see if her lips were as soft as they looked.
“So you and Gio are going to back off and—" Leaning forward, she pressed one small hand on my chest slightly above my heart, which took off at a gallop. “Let me date.”
My eyebrows shot down. “You want to date?”
“I’m nineteen. I’m not a child. I know that’s hard for you to get…”
Sliding my hand to the back of her head, I drew our faces together, but I didn’t kiss her. It didn’t matter how much I wanted to. I couldn’t.
She was Gio’s sister.
I had known her for her entire life.
“I know you’re not a child, Sophia. Believe me, I know.” Taking in a deep breath that filled my lungs with the sweet smell of her perfume and skin lotion, I stood up before I did something stupid and crossed a line I couldn’t step back from.
“I’ll talk to Gio and get him to stop messing around with your future dates.”
Tilting up her chin, she watched me with those soft brown eyes. “And how about you, Matteo?”
Oh, what a loaded question. I wasn’t her brother. I had no say in what she did.
“I just want you to be happy, little sister. As long as…” Bending down, I pressed my lips to her sweet-smelling hair. “They are worthy of you.”
“Is anyone going to be worthy of me, Matteo?” she called out to my retreating back. I couldn’t help it. I chuckled, but I didn’t look back.
“I doubt it, Sophia. Don’t stay down here for too long. People will talk.”
Sophia’s hand as it came up to rest on my cheek. Her tonguetentatively touched the tip of mine, and I was launched out of the past and into the present.
That summer night when my feelings for here had changed, I didn’t kiss her like I had wanted to. I was kissing her now, however, and what was better, was that she was kissing me back.
Her hot breath blew into my mouth. Her lips were soft and yielding under mine.
“You’re mine, Sophia. I told you that six years ago. One way or another, you will always be mine.”
Chapter Eight
Sophia
“This isn’t home.” Still tipsy for nine hours of champagne and Matteo’s familiar, insistent kisses, I looked around. The space wasn’t huge like his father’s house had been.
In fact, it was perfect. It was the kind of apartment looking over the park that I had once dreamed of living in.
“I mean, it’s not your home,” I said in a rush.
Kicking the door shut behind him, he slid his hands around my waist, and I tensed.
“It’s your home.” Clasping his hands against my lower stomach, he pulled me flush against him so not even a fraction of an inch was between us. “For the foreseeable future.” He ground against me, pushing the thick line of his cock into the groove of my ass.
