My entire body tingled as if it remembered the naughty things we’d done just hours ago. “No kissing. Remember?”
“Seriously? I thought everything changed last night.”
“Nope. Nothing has changed.”
“Then I’ll avoid your mouth and wait for your permission to go farther.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and held his lips there for what felt like an eternity. “Morning, My-la.” He dotted kisses slowly down my jaw and to the corner of my mouth.
I held my breath as his hand went into my hair, melting me as he continued his journey around my lips.
Ciro tortured me. It was the sweetest kind of torture, weakening me in delicious ways. I wanted him again more than anything, but I wouldn’t give in to him so easily a second time.
Last night was a mistake.
I’d lost all sense of myself. Went temporarily insane due to a lack of orgasms and physical touch. That was my story and I was sticking to it.
“You didn’t answer my question. Have you been up long?” I asked him as I caressed Pippa’s little head.
“I’ve beenupfor you since the day I met you at the interview.”
“Ciro…” I rolled my eyes. “Be serious.”
“I am serious. Painfully serious.” He kissed a path along my jaw. “But… Pippa and I have been playing for maybe an hour.” He gripped my thigh, continuing his sweet torture.
“I need coffee.” I shivered against him, unable to hide my neediness.
“I’ll get you a cup.” He was up and off the sofa in a flash.
Phew. I exhaled in relief.
Now that we’d breached the boundaries I had in place, it would be nearly impossible to reject his advances. No matter what, I couldn’t be alone with him anymore.
Pippa surprised me when she released my nipple and craned her neck to see where Ciro went. “What, honey? Daddy will be right back,” I cooed to her, stroking her cheek softly. “He’ll be right back.” I put her to my shoulder and burped her.
Ciro appeared with a steaming mug and placed it on the end table for me. The glossy look in his pained eyes stole my breath away.
“Ciro, what is it?” I stood and reached for his hand. My heart squeezed as concern settled in my chest.
“You called me Daddy.” The tears were there, but he didn’t let them fall. “It just hit out of nowhere, the realization… I’m a dad.”
Pippa interrupted the tender moment with a burp. We laughed and both of us kissed her cheeks at the same time.
“I don’t want to leave you both,” he said in a tight voice. “Not after what happened last night.”
“I promise, we’ll be fine.”
“I meant what happened in your bed last night.” He studied my face.
“Oh, I thought you were talking about the situation withmy sister.” I wasn’t sure what to make of this new side to him. It was more than a little unnerving and confusing. Ciro Remotti wouldn’t change for anyone. Hmm, but maybe he would for his daughter.
“No, but we’ll discuss that later. Get ready so we can go to my hotel. I need to shower and talk to Paolo.”
“Talk to him about what?” I hiked a curious brow. No doubt he planned to leave Paolo behind to guard Pippa and me, and that was something I did not want.
“Stuff.” He palmed my butt cheek and licked his bottom lip.
“You’re crossing the line…Again.” And making me wet, but I’d never admit to it.
“Am I?” He caressed my flesh in a taunting manner. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to kiss you or make you come. I don’t recall anything about touching you.”
