Page 286 of Alessio

Corrado let his last knife fly, and the weapon quickly embedded itself right into the middle of the target, between two other knives. A perfect shot this time. It was the tilt of his mouth at the corners that gave away his pleasure at having gotten it right that made her realize it wasn’t just her dry mouth or hot body that loved the sight of this man.

She ignored the ache between her thighs, though. It was easier. God knew she wasn’t innocent when it came to men—she’d had fun and experimented. A part of her didn’t think Corrado would be the same at all.

One could simply tell.

All men were different.

He was certainly that.

“Say something, but don’t just stand there and stare.”

Ginevra startled at Corrado’s sudden statement, his tone surly, realizing his blazing dark gaze had turned to the side, and leveled on her. She drew in a quick breath, unsure of how to handle this man when he was in one of those moods.

They came and went, she noticed.

More so in the evenings, though.

Despite being told to stop staring, Ginevra couldn’t help but to continue. All over again, she found her gaze traveling down the length of his body, from the gym shorts hanging loosely around the hard muscles of his hips, to the way his stance didn’t move an inch from his feet being firmly planted at shoulder width apart.

Like he’d been taught that.

Corrado made a sexy noise, although whether or not that was his intention, Ginevra didn’t know. Part of her felt like she was constantly walking on egg shells around this man. Electricity followed them day in and fucking day out. The closer they became, the more it snapped all around them.

His gaze followed her.

Her attention focused in on him.

It never ended.

She simply didn’t know what—or how—to do anything with it. If he was interested in her, and she was clearly interested in him, then why hadn’t he done something about it? That’s what she wanted to do.

Instead, she was waiting on him.

Ginevra was just about done waiting. If she was going to be stuck here in Toronto with this man until God knew when, then why couldn’t she have a little bit of fun while she was at it? Besides, it wasn’t just the attraction. No, it was more than that.

Something about Corrado danced like a flame.

She was the stupid moth coming a little too close.

What would happen when they met?

Something amazing, she bet.

“I think you like my staring,” she replied.

Corrado’s tongue peeked out to wet the corner of his mouth, showing off rows of white teeth that made her wonder what it would feel like if he used those teeth on her. Okay, wow. She went there quick.

Yeah.

“You don’t know that I like anything you do, actually,” he returned.

No, because he was very careful about that. Quick to put distance between them. Fast to give her space when he thought the two of them were getting too close. He always made sure that they never got too deep when they talked. Not since that morning in the kitchen.

She didn’t like it.

“Right now, I know,” she said.

Corrado arched an eyebrow in challenge. “Oh, tell me how, then.”