She sighs. “I have to run too. I promised Claude I’d go for dinner with him and Monica.”
“Have fun. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. Be safe and stay away from those Italian men.”
I laugh as she hangs up. She has no idea I’ve returned to New York and fallen right into the arms of an Italian man. In fact, I melt into Rico’s arms as he comes up behind me.
“You all right?” he asks as he kisses the top of my head and looks into my eyes in the mirror.
A smile comes to my lips as I look at our reflection and nod in response. We look good together, me in my bra and panties, him in his sleep pants with his chest bare.
He has way more ink than he had three years ago. I reach behind me to push my hand into his hair. He’s watching my eyes in the mirror.
“It’s just tough lying to my mom,” I choke out.
“You still hiding your involvement in our world from her?”
“What else am I to do?”
“Baby, we’re engaged. You’re going to have to come clean at some point. She has eyes and if she’s as smart as you are, she’s going to figure it out.”
I sigh. “I know. I’ll figure something out before she gets back to the city. For now, I just want her to think I’ve done something with my life she can be proud of.”
“Oni, you have done a ton she can be proud of. No matter how you look at it, you’ve accomplished a shit ton.”
“I know … can you help me get my mind off this?”
He squeezes his arms around me and kisses the side of my neck. “As you wish.”
CHAPTER 33
Time Together
Oni
“I said just do it.I’m not going to ask you again,” Rico bites out into his phone.
I can’t take my eyes off him as he barks orders at whoever is on the other end while he walks toward me. I still can’t get over how much he has changed. For one, he’s filling out his clothes with all those muscles.
His back and chest are so much broader than they used to be. Rico at twenty-two is a beautiful thing. I love how his torso tapers into a slim waist.
His powerful thighs and tight ass are something to marvel at. He makes everything he wears look good. Rico with a blowout used to make my heart race.
His thick, dark, curly waves that he keeps combed out of his face match perfectly with his facial hair. I love when his locks start to fall into his eyes as the day goes on. Rico is fine as fuck on any day of the week, twice as much on Sunday.
“No, that’s all. Call me when it’s done,” he says and hangs up his call.
He looks me over and lifts a brow. I’m still taking him in. His black dress shirt is sitting open at the top while tucked into his tailored black slacks.
“You’re not dressed and you’re staring at me like I’m naked and you’re ready to eat me.Che cosa succede?”
“I’m just thinking. You’ve changed in all the right ways,” I reply.
He looks down at his watch then back at me. I know I should have gone to get ready, but I’ve been sitting here lost in my thoughts since I hung up with my uncle. I need to have a conversation with him and my mother.
“Baby, I’m all for every dirty thought you might be having right now, but you need to get ready,” he says against my lips as he leans in for a kiss.
I slide my hand around his neck, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. When he begins to pull away, I whimper into his mouth, not wanting him to leave.
