A quick nod of his head had Luca headed in their direction. When he made it over to them, he leaned in and placed a kiss to Tracy’s forehead. Although the kiss was clearly innocent, Francis growled.
Luca’s grin was mischievous. “It’s good to see you, Tracy,” he greeted with a wink.
“You too, Luca. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Si, later,” Luca said with an accent that would cause most women to quiver.
If his mission was to irritate Francis, he was succeeding. Tracy shook her head, narrowing her eyes at Luca.
“Be good,” she warned as she walked away.
“I’ll do my best,” he said to her back.
****
After a wonderful dinner and entirely too many drinks, Tracy, Mia, Victoria, Natasha, and Tammy were in the middle of the dance floor jamming to some home grown, old school house music. The men watched from the edge of the dance floor, probably making sure that no other men tried to penetrate the dance circle.
Tracy knew all too well exactly how possessive her friends’ significant others could be. It was for that reason that Tracy hadn’t allowed herself to get caught up with Francis. Hell, they weren’t even an item, and he was damn near as bad as Jack, Gianni, and Luca.
Tracy swiped sweat from her forehead, figuring that she was probably looking a hot, sweaty mess. “I’ll be back!” she shouted over the music.
She tipped off of the dance floor and headed to the ladies’ room. Once she entered, she looked in the mirror and was horrified by her appearance. With her fingers, she did her best to straighten out her frizzy hair. She ran her hand in front of a sensor, summoning a paper towel to pat the sweat that had accumulated on her face. The bathroom door opened, allowing the loud music to pour inside. Tammy continued her attempt at freshening up, not looking to see who had entered the ladies’ room.
“You should pay better attention to your surroundings, donna.”
The deep pitch of a masculine voice caused Tracy’s head to snap up. In the mirror, she saw Francis behind her.
“Shit, Francis, you scared the shit outta me!” Tracy screeched.
She clutched her chest and inhaled a sharp breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart.
“Had you looked up, you would not have been startled,” he scolded.
Tracy rolled her eyes at his reflection.
“Are you lost? This is the ladies’ room.”
“I was lost, but now I am found,” he crooned.
Francis gripped her waist and turned her around to face him. When she wouldn’t look at him, he placed a finger to her chin, lifting her face.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
When she averted her eyes, Francis repeated the order. Her eyes flew to his. They were filled with pure, unadulterated lust. Tracy watched with dazed anticipation as his face crept slowly toward her own. His dark, soulful eyes, chiseled jaw, and perfectly shaped lips rendered her helpless. Tracy should have stopped his advance. She wanted to, but…
He is so fucking sexy!
Tracy gasped softly when as his lips brushed hers. He kissed her gently as his hands caressed her body as they glided down her dress. He pulled her closer and Tracy melted against his hard body. She moaned from the indescribable pleasure of the taste of his kiss—mint mixed with man. Tracy could feel the butterflies in her stomach. Her pussy clenched violently enough to cause her to wince.
Francis deepened the kiss. What was at first gentle and sensual had transcended to urgent and demanding. Tracy could feel the hard proof of his arousal rubbing against her. She pressed her body to his, wanting more, needing more. She pushed her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. Tracy was in a frenzy. It had been so long since she’d been taken. But when Francis yanked the hem of her dress above her ass, Tracy knew that if she didn’t stop his progress, there would be no turning back. She tore her lips from his and pushed against his solid shoulders. She gasped for air and dropped her head to his chest.
“F-Francis, we can’t,” she implored in a breathy voice.
“Silenzio,” Francis ordered as he wrapped a handful of her hair around his hand.
“Francis,” Tracy gasped.
He gave it a firm tug, forcing her to look at him.
