Page 19 of Legacy
I peek into the kitchen.
Of course he’s cooking shirtless.Again.
It’s like this man physically cannot prepare food while fully dressed.
He’s in nothing but low slung jeans again with his back is to me. Those breathtaking wings calling me to take a leap.
And suddenly, I make a decision.
AScarletdecision.
Not an Adriana one.
Quietly, I pull off the oversized T-shirt I slept in, it hits the hardwood with a soft sigh. The air against my bare skin is cool, cooler than I expected. My breath catches before I can stop it.
Angelo turns at the sound.
He freezes. His brow lifts. His eyes drag over me—slow, reverent, hungry—but he doesn’t move. The only sound in the room is the low hiss of the frying pan behind him.
“Scarlet…” he says, my name a quiet warning on his lips. “Are you always this distracting in the morning?”
“Only when I want to be,” I reply, my voice light but steady as I step toward him.
He shuts off the stove and slides the pan off the burner, his gaze locked on mine the entire time. I close the distance between us, reaching out to trace a line along his collarbone. His breath catches, sharp and audible as my fingers glide down his chest, slow and deliberate.
His hand lifts, covering mine where it rests against his skin.
“Scarlet,” he murmurs again, softer now. A plea. A line in the sand he doesn’t really want to draw.
“What?” I ask, feigning innocence, though my pulse is sprinting beneath my skin.
He shakes his head once, his hand still over mine, but he doesn’t pull away.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Dangerous can be fun,” I say with a smirk, letting my fingers shift just slightly beneath his.
His laugh breaks the tension, deep and warm, echoing through the kitchen and making something flutter low in my stomach.
“That it can,” he concedes, eyes sparkling with something that looks a lot like temptation.
He takes my hand gently in his, brings it to his lips, and presses a soft kiss to my knuckles.
“But not now,” he says, brushing his thumb across the back of my hand. “Go get dressed. It’s time for breakfast.”
Chapter 5
Angelo
She’s trying to break me.
That body,fuck,it’s sinful. She’s standing there like temptation incarnate, full breasts, soft hips wrapped in nothing but silk, thighs I’ve been dreaming about burying myself between since the second I saw her. And she knows what she’s doing. She’s serving herself up like a challenge I’m not strong enough to refuse.
I let go of her hand, digging into my pocket for a mint just to keep my hands off her. I unwrap it and pop it into my mouth letting the cool mint bite back at the fire she started. I smirk, pretend I’m in control.
I turn away,try to, but she grabs my shoulders, spins me back around, and crashes her lips to mine.
And I’mgone.
