Page 99 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“Giovanni!” he calls over the music.

“What?”

He pulls me back into him, bending to my ear.

“My middle name,” he says. “It’s Giovanni.”

I spin around.

“Giovanni, huh?”

“Yep. It’s my grandfather’s name.” His hands settle at my waist.

“You’re so fucking adorable,” I say.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called adorable.”

“Good. I want to be the only one who says it.”

I push up onto my toes and press my mouth to his.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

He just looks me.

“Rose.”

He smiles. Then the music drops out, and Salt Shaker explodes through the club.

“Fuck yes!” I practically shout, hands flying up.

“You’re like a feral raccoon,” he yells over the music.

“And you can’t get enough,” I say, moving in and grinding my hips against him.

His head falls back, and he laughs loudly. So loud that I hear it over all the chaos.

“I will never get enough of you, Doll,” he grins down at me.

For the next twenty minutes, he lets me do whatever I want to him. I grind. I twerk. I’m basically out here humping his leg on the dance floor, and he just holds my waist and moves with me. It’s hot as fuck.

Sarah and Luca end up near us, and they are basically just making out on the dance floor.

“You think they’ll even make it home before they fuck each other?” I whisper in Michael’s ear.

“No chance,” he says. His grip tightens on my waist. “They’re fucking in the car. Or the bathroom.”

“That’s gross,” I laugh.

He grins, eyes moving over me. “Never fucked in a public bathroom?”

I pinch his side, enough to make him flinch. “No. And don’t get any ideas.”

“Noted. No public restrooms.”

We start dancing again, and I just say it.