He shuddered, closing his eyes as he sank home.
Home.
I reached for him, caressing the tense planes of his face with my fingertips until he opened his eyes again.“Yours,” I promised.
But something in his eyes told me he didn’t fully believe that.
So I’d just have to prove it.He had my whole heart, no matter what bits of me the others wanted—or even might attempt—to claim for themselves, I loved Vincenzo Ricci wholeheartedly.
Chapter Forty
Jack
Two days passed before we spoke ofthe thing we weren’t speaking of.Twowhole days ofnotaddressing the elephant in the room.
In our avoidance, the elephant had grown to be about the size of three vampires.Not as big as an adult elephant, no, more like a baby, or maybe even a teenager.
Still a bitch to tiptoe around, though.
But I’d been through worse.Avoidance was nowhere near as terrifying as actuallyaddressingthe issue.
Vinny had been quiet for the past few days.The man was a bit of a brooder, but I’d known him long enough to know he’d either work through his shit on his own or make me face the music.
Gannon was coming over in a bit for a movie night, and my nerves were notched up to ten.Vinny was allowing us space to figure this shit out between us, but I know it ate at him.
It had to, right?
He loved me.Wanted me.Hell, he was acutely possessive of me in an adorable and sometimes annoying way...surely that meant that he didn’t like Gannon hanging around.And...I swear I had to have mistaken it, but there was a moment that night, amid the claiming, when I could have sworn I hadn’t been the only one of us turned on by the idea of three—
“Motherfucker!”I cursed when I sliced into the log of coppa and nicked my finger.
Vinny was by my side in a heartbeat, staring at the trickle of blood.“Sweet girl.”He lifted my hand to his lips, then sucked the blood from my cut, a hint of crimson ringing his dark brown irises.
His tongue flicked over the pad of my finger and I shivered involuntarily.
Vinny winked, then dropped my hand, picking up the knife to finish slicing the meat.
