Page 21 of Stolen Kisses
He smiled and ran off to the pit which was just a few feet away from us.
I watched him for a few seconds and turned back to Maria. I saw she was already looking at me, and not in a good way.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“You really want to know?” I inclined my head to the side and allowed my hair to drift over my eye.
“Yes, that’s why I asked? Why are you here, Dante?”
That way she spoke to me, always like when we were younger, with no respect. It was like we were still back there and I was the kid with nothing. Never mind all the years that had passed by, and shit … sometimes I had to remember that we had both found Christina together. Something like that should instill some kind of compassion. Not with her though.
It was time to change things up. I stepped closer, right into her personal space stunning her a little.
“I woke up this morning and realized something,” I said.
“What? Was it that you’re a self-righteous ass?”
“Nah, wasn’t that.” I chuckled and leaned closer so I was inches away from her face. “But I am a self-righteous ass. A self-righteous ass who realized I still don’t know what you taste like.”
If her cheeks didn’t flush I would have thought that might have been too forward. Forward for us, because I hadn’t outrightly shown any kind of interest in her for years prior to her leaving.
“So, you came here just to get a taste of me?” She tried that thing where she squared her shoulders and clenched her jaw so she would appear like she didn’t feel anything.
I knew different.
“Yes,” I smiled. “Just imagine it, you and me. Tasting each other. Tasting each other all night.”
Triumph surged through me when the blue of her eyes darkened as desire filled them. I couldn’t resist, I had to touch her. I reached out and ran my finger along the smooth edge of her jaw. One moment, a few seconds max and the connection enticed me for more. I was a man who always got what he wanted. I didn’t entertain emotions and shit, she was the only woman though who’d been successful enough to plague my mind. She could make me take things as it came with her. A little here and a little there, because she was the woman I never had.
She severed the spark by looking away and stepping back.
“That’s a really bad idea.” Her gaze cut to Flynn as did mine, reminding me of the deep curiosity that gripped me only moments ago.
“Depends on the reason why.” I cast another glance at Flynn playing in the sand pit.
Her bravado increased. She folded her arms under her breasts, as if she were daring me to say what was on my mind. She didn’t need to dare me since my curiosity was eating me alive.
“Is that boy Luc’s? Looks a lot like him.A lot.” I turned my smile up a notch.
“Yeah, he kind of does … doesn’t he? Maybe I should cause a stir and rock the nest. Imagine it.” Her pretty lips turned into a sexy smile.
Something got to me at the possible confirmation that Flynn was Luc’s. It meant part of her was still Luc’s girl. No matter what the present situation was. Truth be told I used to hate Luc’s guts, because he had the woman I wanted. Still it was hard to hate a guy who stuck his neck out for you and watched your back.
“Are you saying that he is Luc’s boy?”
“What’s it to you Dante? Why do you care?”
“Good question, maybe it’s because when I see myself tasting you, I don’t particularly want to think of Luc.” I joked.
“I have a child, not exactly a big turn on for most guys.”
It infuriated me that she was avoiding the real question. Then she pissed me off further by turning to walk away.
I stopped her by grabbing her arm and pulling her back to me, towering over her five feet and four inches with my six feet height.
“Do I look bothered to you?” I asked making sure I had her attention by holding her gaze. “Answer the question doll. Is that Luc’s boy?”
“No, he’s not.”
