Page 150 of My Italian Love Affair

She has no idea.No fucking ideawhat she’s done to me, what she’sdoingto me.

I grin back, lazy and knowing as I lean back on my knees, reach for my hoodie and tug it back over my head.

“Well,” she says, smoothing a hand over her hair, trying to gather herself. “That was…”

I arch a brow.

“Incredible?”

She shoots me a look.

“Notquitewhat I was going to say.”

I smirk, pulling the hoodie into place.

“Liar.”

She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t argue.

Instead, she grabs her bra and her blouse, dressing quickly. I do the same, turning and watching once I’m finished as she reaches for her jeans, sliding them up her still-trembling thighs.

She must feel me watching her, because she huffs, standing up straight as she fastens them.

"What?" she asks.

I shake my head as I stand up and step in close.

"Nothing," I say, voice low as I brush my knuckles against her chin again, tilting her face up to mine. "Just enjoying the view."

She scoffs, shoving at my chest.

It’s a mistake, because she only makes herself more aware of how fuckingsolidI am.

I chuckle, catching her wrist before she can move away. She looks at me knowingly before she slips on her shoes, using me for balance.

I lace our fingers together before I can think better of it, andfuck,it feelsright.

“Come on,” I say, tugging her towards the door. “I should take you back to your car before you make me lose my mind again.”

Her pulse jumps beneath my fingers, but she plays it cool, arching a brow.

“You? Lose your mind? I thought you werealwaysin control, Rossi.”

“Hmm.” My smirk darkens. “You’re testing that theory every time you open your mouth,bella.”

She huffs a laugh, but she doesn’t pull away. She lets me keep her hand in mine as I lead her through the quiet halls of the stadium and out through the dim car park until we finally reach her car.

I lean against the driver’s side door, blocking her way.

“So,” I drawl, arms folding over my chest. “I’m curious. Are you going to run from this again,giornalista?”

She lifts her chin, her expression unreadable.

“I don’t run.”

My gaze flickers to her lips, then back up.

“Good,” I murmur, pushing off the car and stepping back. “Then I’ll see you soon.”

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