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That kiss!
I’ve kissed many girls, but this one?
It had more of an impact on me than I’d care to admit.
All I want to do is repeat it over and over and then over again.
Mari’s touch lingers, as does her taste. That sweet mouth of hers!
One kiss and I’m like an addicted teenager.
And the way her perfect, soft body felt against mine.
The sounds she made.
The way her hands caressed my face.
I’ve never experienced anything like it in my life.
I’m so far gone for this woman.
At first she seemed like a girl, shy and innocent. But the more I get to know her, the woman inside her shines through more and more. She has depth and a fire and passion that are intoxicating me.
I want her.
In my arms. In my bed. Marked as mine alone.
“So what’s with you and Mariella Accardi?” Rom breaks the silence and I glance at him, his usual cocky grin back on his face.
“What do you mean?” I ask, not ready to get into this with him, not yet, anyway. For now, I just want to savor it on my own.
“You’re spending a lot of time with her,” he says.
I certainly do in my head. She’s constantly on my mind.
“Not really. I couldn’t just leave her alone after the attack yesterday. She was in shock.”
“And now you’re teaching her self-defense? How to drive? And how did you both end up soaking wet?”
“Tiero put her in my care. I’ve only done what Antonio should have a long time ago,” I say, deliberately ignoring his last question. “Talking about girls, are you finally going to tell me what’s going on with that waitress you dragged out of the club the other day?”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” he replies drily.
I take my eyes off the road briefly and pin him with a stare.
“Come on, spill it. I’ve never seen you worked up over a girl.”
“I’m not worked up over her,” he says defensively.
I lift a brow. “Really? Could have fooled me.”
He mutters something under his breath I can’t make out.
“What was that?” I chuckle. It’s fun seeing my best friend all riled up.
“She’s someone from back home,” he eventually says.
“You haven’t been home since you came to Sicily when you were sixteen.”
