Page 36 of Rome for the Holidays
She looked up at him, her hazel eyes filled with confusion, longing, and something he couldn’t identify.
“You didn’t hear from me, because my father was killed, I was shot and my brother almost died.”
Her jaw dropped open, “You were shot?” Her hands came to his chest, “Where? Are you okay?”
Vincenzo groaned and she dropped her hands with a squeak, “You are hurt. Oh no, oh.”
He lifted her hands back to his chest, “I am not hurtpiccola. It feels phenomenal to have your hands on me after all these years.”
“Oh.”
He smiled, “You beautiful creature. Fucking hell, to see you after all these years is almost worth the wait.”
“Almost? What will make it worth the wait?”
“This.”
He leaned down, capturing her lips with his, hearing her tiny gasp as their lips connected.
Her lips were lush and full, pillow soft and the best thing he had ever tasted in his life.
He licked the seam of her lips, and she opened them, letting him truly taste her for the first time.
She moaned in his arms, and licked against his tongue, causing his cock to jerk in his slacks.
She tasted divine. He couldn’t even place it, didn’t know why she could taste so good, but she did.
He pulled her closer to him, deepening the kiss, and her arms crept up to wrap around his neck.
He broke the kiss long enough to bring her into his office, slamming the door behind them and then pushed her up against it, lifting her slightly so that they were level.
His cock nudged against the soft leggings she wore, right between her thighs and he could feel the heat there.
They were kissing, their tongues dueling as they tasted each other, and he broke away so he could kiss down her neck, loving that she dropped her head so he could get better access.
She panted, “Vin,” and he lifted his head, also breathing hard, and took her lips again.
She moaned into his lips once more and he grunted as she started to lift her hips, dragging her heat against his cock.
He grabbed her hips to hold them still, not wanting to embarrass himself.
She broke away from his lips, “We need to talk.”
Vincenzo growled, “About what?”
She opened her eyes, and they were dazed, “About this. I don’t know how you know I was even here.”
Vincenzo chuckled, “I sent you everything.”
She looked at him, her eyes clearing of their dazed expression, “You did?”
“I thought I lost you. You were letting me go to be happy with someone else, and I knew that no amount of letters were going to make you believe otherwise. So, Elena and I came up with the idea to get you to come here.”
“What about my hotels? I have a few lined up.”
He shook his head, “I canceled them before you got on the plane.”
Her jaw dropped, “You only got them so I would believe it was real?”
