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But that’s not what I want.
I get into bed and shut off the lights. Down the hall, the one woman in this whole damn city that I crave is in my guest room, and she’s the one person I should keep away from.
She’s all wrong: Italian daughter of a former rival mafia Don, clever and outgoing, difficult and spoiled.
I stare at the ceiling, willing myself to sleep for ten minutes, until my bedroom door creaks open.
I sit up, half reaching for the gun I keep on my nightstand, but stop myself.
Valentina stands in my doorway outlined by the night light coming from the smoke alarm behind her. She looks beautiful in my oversized clothing: small, but not fragile, not at all.
“We never talked,” she says, taking a step into my room.
“No, we never did.” I sit up, the covers falling away from my bare chest.
She comes closer, reaches the end of my bed, and leans forward. I stare as she crawls to me, and I lean over to meet her.
Her lips are parted. Her chest rises and falls with quick breaths.
“Ronan,” she whispers.
I decide that I’m tired of talking, and I kiss her instead.
Chapter 18
Valentina
Isay his name. I whisper it in the dark. “Ronan.” And we both know what that means.
Thank you for coming for me.
Thank you for bringing me here.
I want you. I want you. I hate you, but I want you.
His name is enough. He leans forward, and he kisses me.
I don’t know what I’m doing in his bed. I couldn’t sleep, and I just kept thinking about that conversation we left unfinished. I thought maybe we could clear the air, maybe we could put everything behind us and move forward as business associates like we should.
Instead, the second he sat up and I saw his muscular, bare chest, I knew why I really got out of bed.
I could lie to myself all I wanted. It’d still be a lie.
I’m here for him. I’m here for this kiss.
His mouth tastes like tea and mint. I press myself against him, whimpering like an idiot as he drags me up and turns me around, pinning me down to his soft mattress.
Fuck, he’s big, and he’s strong. He shifts his weight until he’s between my legs, and I feel him stiffening against me. I bite back a moan as I kiss him hard, my hands in his hair. One of his palms grips my thigh, the other supports most of his weight. I shift my hips, grinding into his hard cock.
This is what I really want. No, it’s what I need. There’s no way I’m sleeping tonight, not until I have him like I’ve been needing him. His low, masculine moan drives a spike of desire straight into my core, bursting like a dandelion in a hurricane. He breaks me to pieces as I grind harder into him, and his lips move from my mouth, leaving me free to gasp and pant.
He kisses my neck and moves down. I sit up and let him pull off the too-big t-shirt. I’m naked underneath, but I don’t have time to feel self-conscious. He licks my nipple, and it feels incredible. He kisses my chest, both my breasts, teasing me with his tongue before he pushes me back down and goes lower.
“Ronan,” I moan.
“Yes, love?” He pulls off my shorts, exposing me. I don’t know if I’ve ever let a man undress me this fast before. One second, we’re kissing and I’m grinding into him, and the next, he’s got me naked.
“I don’t want to overthink,” I admit as his mouth finds mine again. I push harder into him, my naked, wet pussy grinding into his hard dick through his thin cotton shorts.
