Page 41 of His Fantasy Bride (Things To Do Before You Die)

“A complete little monster,” Lucy said with a grin. “When I first came to Sicily, he’d gone through three nannies in the last year. I don’t think Paolo expected me to last any longer.”

“But he got better with age,” his dad added.

Finally, the meal was over. They were nice people, and they clearly loved Vito to bits and no doubt wanted the best for him. But they hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable, had genuinely wanted to know about her. They’d even promised to come and see the show some time, though she doubted that would ever happen. All the same, however nice they’d been, she was exhausted with the effort and she still had to work tonight. And she had to decide whether she would see Vito later. He wanted her. Despite his parent’s presence, his desire was almost tangible. She could feel his hot gaze on her even now.

And she wanted him.

She rose to her feet. “I just have to visit the ladies’ room, and then I really have to be off. I need to be at the theater in half an hour.”

…

Vito tried not to watch the sway of her ass as she walked away. And failed. When she’d disappeared, he blew out his breath, ran a hand through his hair.

“I like her,” his father said.

“I like her, too.”

“I get the impression she surprised you tonight.”

“A little. She’s not usually this…flamboyant.” He shook his head. “She’s an actress, sometimes she likes to play a part.”

When she got back, she’d redone her lipstick. She shook hands with his mother and father again. “It was lovely meeting you both. I can see where Vito gets his manners from.” He stood up, and she gave him a small frown. “You don’t have to come with me.”

Oh yes, he did. He wanted to talk to her away from the ears of his parents. And he wanted to kiss her and have his hands all over and under that little red dress. Neither of those things was optional. “Of course I do,” he said smoothly. “I’ve called the car. It’s waiting outside.” He turned to his parents. “Enjoy your coffee. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He rested a hand on the curve of her waist as he led her to the door. She was quiet, not saying a word as they exited the restaurant, and he ushered her into the back of the car that was already waiting at the curb. As they pulled out into the traffic, he pressed the button that brought the screen up between them and the driver. Then he twisted in his seat and hauled her into his arms.

There was no resistance; she melted against him, shifting in the seat so she straddled him, shoving the dress up her thighs. He cupped her face with his palms, drew her down to him, and finally his mouth was on hers. Her lips parted beneath his and her tongue pushed inside.

He’d been inconveniently conscious of his cock all night; now it jerked in his pants. She settled herself onto him so her sex pressed against his erection and he groaned against the kiss.

She was devouring him; he had an inkling that seeing him so turned on all night had wound her up as well. There was certainly an edge of desperation in the kiss. She sucked on his tongue, nibbled his lips, rained butterfly kisses over his jaw, along the length of his scar. She kissed the corners of his eyes. Then she went back to his mouth, her tongue filling him again, as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.

He slipped his hands down the curve of her spine, over the swell of her hips, and slid them beneath the hem of her dress to cup her ass. Her cheeks were bare, and he went still for a moment, then delved further and found the thong tucked between her buttocks.

She rose slightly so his fingers could find her, could slip beneath the material, and then he was touching her bare sex, already slippery with desire.

Desire for him—and that sent the remainder of his blood to his dick.

A car horn sounded outside, bringing him slightly to his senses, and he glanced out of the window. The traffic was heavy, and they were moving slowly, but were almost at the theater.

He leaned back from the kiss and took a deep breath. She watched him out of heavy eyes, her lipstick gone, her lips pink and full. He swiped his tongue over her lower lip as he moved his fingers against her sex and heard her breath hitch.

Then she gave a little shake of her head, exhaled, and closed her eyes for a second.

When she opened them, her expression was slightly rueful. She wriggled her hips, and he reluctantly withdrew his fingers from her. He rested his hands on her hips, then lifted her up and placed her on the seat beside him.

Then he took her hand and held on. “Come to the hotel tonight. I’ll pick you up after the show. Spend the night with me.”

Chapter Eleven

Gabby chewed on her lower lip as she stared into his gorgeous face. It still seemed unbelievable that this beautiful man desired her. All night, his dark eyes had followed her every move. He’d wanted her, and that knowledge had fired her own desire.

She’d tried to focus on his parents. They were good people, but it had been hard with Vito beside her.

And it hurt. She didn’t want to put a name to the emotion, but it was impossible to ignore. Her heart ached.

Her heart wasn’t supposed to be involved in this.

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