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He lets out a sigh. “You don’t want to return to Sicily, and I won’t allow you to leave the mafia.” His tone drops low, the timbre ghosting over my skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. “What am I going to do with you?”
Instead of fearing for my future, the spicy book I was reading pops into my mind.
Now is not the time to think of erotic scenes.
The air grows even more tense, and it begins to feel like I’m in danger.
Of what, I don’t know.
When Damiano moves his hand from the sofa and his fingers wrap around the back of my neck, my eyes widen.
My heartbeat instantly speeds up, and I fist my hands on my lap.
He tugs me closer to him, and I have to brace a hand between us so I don’t fall against him.
He tilts his head, his dark gaze burning over my face. When he speaks, his voice sends another wave of goosebumps over my body.
“Do you like living in my mansion?”
I swallow hard but hold his gaze. “Yes.”
“Do you enjoy my mother’s company?”
“Very much.”
He leans a little closer, and when I feel his breath warm my mouth, my heart beats even faster.
“Can you have children?”
Shit. I think I know where this is going.
I look at Damiano, not as the Capo dei Capi, but as a man I might marry. He’s dangerously good-looking, so attraction won’t be a problem.
At least not on my part.
I feel my cheeks heat as I answer, “My father had a doctor inspect me. He said there was nothing wrong with me, and I should be able to have children.”
“Good,” he murmurs, the word almost a growl
My abdomen clenches so freaking hard I slap a hand over it.
Damiano’s eyes flick down before taking mine prisoner again.
He leans a little closer, then pauses. His features tighten until he looks downright predatory, and I suck in a desperate breath of air.
Before I can exhale, he closes the distance between us, and his mouth presses against mine.
I blink once before my eyes fall shut, an overwhelmingly intense emotion exploding in my chest.
I don’t have any time to take in the feel of his lips on mine before he pulls back.
I open my eyes, and when I see the dark expression on his face, a tremble wracks my body.
His fingers tighten around my neck, then he moves fast. When his mouth slams into mine, I instinctively press my free hand against his chest. Whether it’s to push him away or pull him closer, I don’t know.
I’m too inexperienced to know what to do, and when his tongue sweeps into my mouth, all common sense vanishes from my mind.
Having a man like Damiano be my first kiss is the last thing I expected, and it’s too overwhelming to process anything.
