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He cuddles me close, my mind racing with everything that’s happened. “Sorry about …”
“About what?” I crane my neck back to look at him.
“About coming inside you.” He strokes his fingers along my forehead then through my hair.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
“You are?” He raises his brows.
“Yeah. You think my Grams would take any chances? I mean, she knows I’m a virgin.” I grin, and he kisses me. “I was a virgin,” I say against his lips. “But she wanted to make sure my future was on lock. Part of that was getting me on the pill in case some bad boy turned my head.”
“Is that right?” He rolls over, pinning me beneath him on my tiny bed. “She foresaw your taste in bad boys, eh?”
“Grams is pretty smart.” I sigh as he kisses my throat. “Besides, she said she never saw a bad boy she didn’t ride.”
He pulls back. “Wow. Your grandma is …”
“I know.” I laugh. “She’s a sweet little cook and housekeeper now, but you should see her tattoos.”
“Darling Grams?” He looks scandalized.
“See? We have skeletons in our closet, too.”
He kisses my lips softly. “Right. Just as dark and scary as the Davincis. I guess we’re even.”
“No way.” I shake my head, but he fists my hair and kisses me in earnest, his tongue delving into my mouth as that sweet heat starts to lick along my inner thighs.
Then I hear a door open.
He freezes.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Grams! You have to go!”
“Really?”
“Evangeline, you home?” she calls.
“Yes, Grams. Just doing some homework.”
“I’m homework?” he whispers. “Maybe you should do me some more.”
“No!” I press my finger to his lips as he grins. “Go.”
“Okay, I’ll start dinner.”
“Great!” I call with far too much enthusiasm, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
I shove Marco off as he laughs low and sexy. “Go.”
“Go where?” He pulls his pants and shirt on.
“The window.” I point.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously!” I pull my shirt back on as he opens the sash. “But be careful.”
He takes a handful of my shirt and pulls me to him. “I meant what I said.” He kisses me hard. “I love you.” And with that, he climbs out, drops to the bottom garage’s roof, then slides to the ground.
“Can you get that black pan down for me?” Grams calls. “I can’t reach it without the step ladder.”
I take a deep breath and pull on my pants. “Coming.” I hurry out and reach above the microwave for the pan she wants.
She turns to me, one eyebrow up. “Your shirt’s on backwards.”
“Oh?” I look down. “No it’s not.”
“Gotcha.” She laughs and stirs a pot of pasta. “But be careful with that boy. Don’t let him take your heart along with your cherry.”
“Grams!” I cover my face with my hands, but I’m smiling underneath as she laughs and pulls me into a hug.
