She jumps down and moves to the stove, stirring the meat, seasoning it as she pleases.
“How did you find out?” I ask, not having to specify what I’m talking about.
“First, I was called intoNonno’soffice where I was then informed, I had been summoned by Bastiano.Nonnoassumed it had something to do with the baby.” Reaching around me, she grabs the cheese to melt. “He couldn’t have been more wrong.”
“And how did your conversation go with Bash?” I ask as I wash my hands.
“He tried small talk, I attacked, he attacked, I left.” She shrugs as she turns off the meat.
“A ghrá,” I groan as I pick her up and set her on the counter. “You should have handled that better.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t expecting it now, was I?” she deadpans as I plate our food. “What even made you do it?”
“I’m done with the games,” I say, caging her on the counter. “I’m sick of denying us both of what we want. I told you. You’re mine.”
“Bastiano won’t let it happen.”
“Fuck Bash,” I spew. “I’m not afraid of him. He can’t expect you to hide away forever.”
“He will have issues with you being older, and not Italian,” she says as she loads up a chip.
“You’re twenty-one now, an adult. You make your own decisions. Besides, age is just a number.” I run my finger between her breasts, making her gasp. “And I think we both know you were never going to end up with a good Italian boy.”
“Kill,” she half warns and half begs.
“I love the green on you,a ghrá,” I say, talking about her top. “Have you ever noticed how you always wear my color, the color of my people?”
“It’s my favorite color. It has nothing to do with you,” she protests, swaying into me.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, love.” I smirk. I kiss her softly three times, pulling away. “Eat, then we can get some sleep before you have to sneak back into your hotel.”
“And here I always thought sleep was overrated.” She grins.
“A ghrá,”Killian rasps, kissing my shoulder, waking me up.
I missed this.
I will never admit it, but Killian is my weakness. I never expected to meet him when I went to his pub. I was looking for a night to myself. One night where I could be anything I wanted to be. Then he sat next to me at the bar.
When my heart raced at his proximity, I knew I was in trouble. It took all my self-control to leave him that night.
There are a lot of gorgeous men out there, but none of them hold a candle to Killian. Standing at six-foot-four, towering over my five-foot-six frame. His blondish brown hair he always has styled spiking up, adding to that model look. Add in the scruff he started keeping on his chin when I told him how much I liked it on my inner thighs. And well, you have a dangerous mixture of sexy on your hands. He’s an addiction. One taste is never enough.
“Wake up.” He kisses the back of my neck, causing me to shiver.
“I don’t wanna,” I whisper, trying to snuggle deeper into his bed, pushing my ass in his crotch.
My body tingles with awareness at the evidence of his excitement against me.
One more taste.
“Soon enough you can stay in my bed as long as you like, but we both know that if you don’t get back to the hotel soon, Enzo will lose his mind.”
He says as he runs his hand down my spine, pushing the blanket down.
I turn to face him. “Your words are beautiful, but we both know they are lies. When are you going to stop getting your hopes up?”
He smirks. “When I have you in my bed every night. You forget. I’m accustomed to getting what I want. I want you.”
