Um.
“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”
He cleared his throat. “I’m...sorry. It’s like what I said. You...make me feel like I’m not myself.”
“Riiiight.”
Payton started to pull away at this point, but this seemed to make him panic.
“What I mean is—” He raked a hand through his hair. “I think I’ll just keep getting this wrong, so...” Payton jerked in shock when he suddenly cupped her face.
“May I simply show you instead?”
She had barely started to nod when his mouth immediately covered hers, and oh...
It was her fist kiss, but she already knew...
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
She didn’t even know how she ended up with her arms around his neck.
Or her on his lap in his couch.
But when he finally lifted his head to let her breathe—
All she could do was look at him dazedly.
Niccolò.
She only realized she had said it out loud when his golden gaze blazed with need.
“Say it again.”
And so she did.
“Niccolò—”
He kissed her again and again and again, and when once again he had to give her a moment to catch her breath—
“I feel like I have been waiting for you my entire life,” Niccolò said tautly.
“It’s the same for me, too.”
“But it sounds crazy, does it not?”
"Do you want to hear something crazier?"
His gaze gleamed. "From you? Always."
Payton wasn’t quite sure that was a compliment, but anyway...
"You probably hear this all the time, looking the way you look—”
“Are you saying women are only after me because of my looks? What about me being a billionaire—”