Page 95 of Privilege

Renzo’s thumb came up to press against the seam of her lips. His silent way of telling her to hush. He raised his brow, and then winked. “Diego went with Rose to get some things he needs. I’m not good at the whole … shopping bit.”

Lucia laughed. “Wouldn’t have guessed it.”

Her teasing only prompted him to squeeze her waist roughly enough to take her breath away, but shit, she liked it. She always liked what this man did to her—loved it, really.

“Yeah, we got a problem, you know.”

Lucia glanced to the side to see the enforcer walking away from them. “We should get out of here.”

“Probably,” Renzo agreed. “I was thinking … the beach.”

“It’s the first of September.”

“Which is the perfect time to go, watch the waves, and not be bothered by other people.”

He had a good point.

The enforcer turned back around to face them with his mouth already open to say something else that would fall on deaf ears.

“Get in the car,” she told him, laughing. “Now.”

Renzo had just slipped into the driver’s side when the enforcer neared the vehicle again. Not that it mattered. Tires screeched as he backed out of the driveway. Lucia simply waved goodbye to the man who had probably been told to keep her from leaving. Then, she texted her sister.

Change of plans, Cella. Another day.

She had better things to do today.

• • •

Lucia leaned back against Renzo’s chest, and wordlessly, his arms snaked over her shoulders to hug her closer. Sitting on the hood of the Mustang, using the windshield as a backrest, he’d covered them with a multicolored quilt he’d pulled from the car. Just in case, apparently. It wasn’t that cold for September, but she wasn’t going to tell him to get rid of the blanket. It kept them hidden away from the rest of the world, not that there was that many people on the beach.

It didn’t matter.

She liked this.

Warm.

Tucked in.

Close.

Him.

“Where’d you get the car, anyway?” she asked.

“A friend. Let me borrow it for the day.” Renzo chuckled, his head dipping down so he could kiss the back of her neck. It sent shivers racing through her system like nothing else. A heat followed the same path. “For a fee, of course. Everybody wants something for nothing, but you still end up paying for it, right?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, but he leaned in fast and caught her lips with his own in a slow, burning kiss. She was quick to part her lips for him, inviting him deeper. There was nothing quite like the way Renzo kissed, she thought. Controlled, yet wild. Slow, but overwhelming all the same.

All too soon, he was pulling away.

Lucia couldn’t have that.

Rolling over to her knees, she faced him. She used his body as a pillow of sorts, resting her chin on the backs of her hands sitting on his hard stomach as she peered up at him. He was quick to readjust the blankets, covering her back, and his legs, but leaving her head exposed.

“You were right, you know,” she murmured.

“About what?”