Page 28 of The Mafia’s Girlfriend

“I’m not an issue.”

He ground his teeth together, so much closer to snapping. “I’ve got too many things to focus on instead of you.”

This time, he didn’t plow past me. He waited for a long, tense moment, gazing into my eyes as though he wished otherwise. With all those heated looks he gave me when he thought I wouldn’t notice, I wanted him to focus on me. Only me. Nothing else.

He wasn’t wrong. We were opposites, from two totally different paths of life. Yet, he was the one who sparked me to care. To feel. Fighting like this and going toe-to-toe invoked something in me.

I felt alive.

Wanted, even if it was for the sake of arguing and glowering.

Right now, my wish came true.

He was focused on me.

He stared at me with equal parts loathing and lust, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

I lunged forward, reaching up to grab his head and pull it down so I could kiss him.

Chapter 11

Luke

Emma slid her hand over my cheek until her fingers slipped into my hair. She reached up, pulling my head down until she crushed her mouth against mine.

Oh, fuck.

Those soft lips so prone to talking back tasted sweeter than I could have imagined. The shock of her taking charge on this damn desire simmering between us excited me. I burned. A fire lit inside me, and I’d be damned if I didn’t enjoy the heat of this sin.

She gasped, breaking the kiss as swiftly as she’d stolen it. Those sparkling bright eyes gleamed so intensely this close. They suckered me in. They taunted me to want more, to want everything she’d give me.

Her hot breaths whipped against my mouth for this long moment of hesitation.

But didn’t she know there’d be no going back now? Now that she’d broken the ice and taken the first step—or fell under the pressure of giving up this futile resistance—all hope was lost.

One little fucking kiss wasn’t enough.

She furrowed her brow, dragging her gaze from my mouth to my eyes. As soon as she met my stare head-on, she narrowed her eyes and dove back in for me.

Oh, fuck yes.

I knew she was trouble. I freaking knew it. But here I was, addicted after the first taste. As soon as her mouth collided with mine with such needy hunger and impatience, I was a goner. The warmth of her skin touching mine, the sensual pressure of her lips parting and her velvety tongue sweeping into my mouth. She was bold. She was a force of need.

And I was determined to give her as good as I got.

I lifted my hands to set them on her hips. Before long, as she sucked on my tongue and moaned, I dug my fingers into her waist. I had to hold on to something with how swiftly she rocked me off my axis. Each mewl that left her throat made my dick harden faster. Every tighter cinch of her hands on my head, framing me and keeping me in place, made me dip her back further.

I devoured her, licking and sucking at that mouth so prone to smartass retorts.

As I spread my hands from her sides, I explored the sweet curve of her back, then lower. Fuck me, running my hands over the swells of her ass elicited a growl from deep in my chest. It tumbled out of me, swallowed away from her kisses.

I felt unchained. Raw and uncensored. Making out with this pain-in-the-ass woman who no place in my life wasn’t supposed to be happening. It shouldn’t have been in the cards for tonight.

But nothing could stop us now.

“Luke.” She panted my name as she stumbled into a pothole, but I didn’t stop my progress of walking her toward the nearest wall. Darkness blanketed us, but the streetlight behind me showed me plenty in the mere inch of a gap between our faces.

Those sexy-as-fuck blue-green eyes. So wide open and full of lust. Her swollen lips, bruised from the force of my kisses. And the hint of a glow high in her cheeks, evidence of how worked up she was with me.