Page 18 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
There’s a black sedan with dark windows waiting for us, and Dario opens the back door for me. I know better than to assume this is a chivalrous act. He’s no gentleman. It feels more like a way to control my movements.
I feel awkward when he slides into the seat next to me. This is the problem that we avoided on the plane. He’s too close. I can feel the body heat radiating off him, smell his sandalwood cologne.
My body responds to him in this small, enclosed space, my nipples tightening and desire blooming deep in my core.
I grind my teeth together and will my libido to simmer down. I don’t want to be attracted to this man, but my body’s reaction isimpossible to control. My pussy clenches, and I long to feel his hands on me again, the callouses of his fingers sliding against my skin.
I take a shuddering breath and hope he doesn’t notice my hard nipples through the thin white shirt I’m wearing. I don’t know what would be worse, if he tried to do something about it or if he didn’t.
“Are you having any other pregnancy symptoms?” he asks as the driver guides the car along the airport’s service road before pulling into traffic.
“What?” I’m not expecting him to make small talk.
“I want to know what’s going on with the pregnancy.”
“Oh. Well, it’s going to sound weird, but I’ve noticed that I can smell things better.”
Dario raises one eyebrow and I get a glimpse of that sexy half-smile again. “Increased sense of smell? That’s like a superpower.”
I smile, and it’s surreal to talk to him about this, but at least we’re having a civil conversation.
“It doesn’t really feel like a superpower when I’m in public. Not everyone smells nice.”
“No, they don’t. What else are you experiencing?”
“Well...I have, uh, sensitive...” I trail off and gesture vaguely to my breasts.
“Your tits?” he asks, and I swear he’s trying not to laugh.
“Yes.” I feel my cheeks get warm and avert my eyes to look out at the familiar lights of the city as we drive.
“I don’t remember you being shy about them before,” Dario says, and the husky tone of his voice tells me that he’s thinking the same thing I am.
Dario unhooked the front clasp of my bra, gathering my breasts in his big hands. His thumbs rub my nipples as a predatory smile spreads across his face.
“A perfect handful,” he murmurs, lowering his head. His tongue darts out, flicking over one hardened bud while he pinches the other one between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp, bringing my hands to his head, threading my fingers through his soft hair.
His mouth closes around my nipple, sucking and grazing it with his teeth. Everything inside of me clenches with need, and I writhe beneath him. I need more...
Shit. Thinking about that while he’s so close to me is a bad idea.
“I’m not getting sick,” I blurt out, trying to keep the conversation on track. “I mean, I’m not having morning sickness. Hopefully I don’t. I hate throwing up.”
“Most people do. When did you realize you were pregnant?”
“Yesterday.”
“Really? It took that long?”
I shrug. “Maybe I was in denial. I mean, I was already freaked out about sleeping with an Andretti.”
“How did you know who I was?”
“Your tattoo. The one on your back.”
He nodded. “I guess you didn’t see my back that night.”
“We didn’t get that kinky.”
