Page 14 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mafia Boss
“See, too much sweetness isn’t a bad thing.” My voice is husky. We’re both affected by this.
A drop of honey slides from her lips, and I see her feel it, reaching with that pink tongue… And missing. It tracks down her chin.
“Looks like you’re having the same issue as I had,” I tease. “Admit you love the sweetness, and I’ll help you.”
“This isn’t fair,” she grumbles, pressing her lips together, failing to get the honey. “You could use your hands.”
I lean forward and say in a low voice, “You telling me I shouldn’t?”
“I’m saying you should release mine.”
“Come ’ere to me.” And while the phrase just means “listen” in Irish slang, Millie takes it adorably literally, and leans forwards, big eyes gazing up.
“I won’t use my hands. That’s equal, isn’t it?”
I lean across, bringing my face closer and closer. My good, brave girl doesn’t back down, but her pupils go big as I draw closer. I examine her closely. Perfect peaches-and-cream complexion, stained with a touch of pink. Cute, button nose. Her lips are a dusky rose-red, and so plump they’re made to be kissed. Those freckles I want to taste.
My mouth waters.
Her long pale eyelashes brush up and down as she watches me.
“What are you doing?” she asks as my breath ghosts her cheek.
“Helping you with that honey.”
“What?” she protests breathily.
“Without my hands,” I explain. Then I tilt my head and give a slow, leisurely lick over her honey-covered chin, all the way to her lips. It’s dominant, and carnal, and deliberately showing her that I can do whatever I want with her right now. She’s utterly in my control.
She gasps, and lets out a soft little whimper.
I ease back, and I’m gratified to see her chest rising and falling quickly. She’s as affected by this chemistry between us as I am.
A satisfied grin tugs at the sides of my mouth. I’m supposed to be playing at being annoyed. Her harsh captor taking revenge.But she’s so fecking sweet, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a taste of her everywhere.
I lick my lips.
“Delicious.”
6
MILLIE
His gaze drops to my lips, and pure arousal flares in my tummy and between my legs.
He licked me.
And that is not—strictly—the most unhinged thing that has happened today.
I kidnapped a mafia boss. And then, I got kidnapped right back.
Okay, that’s sort of on-brand. But then Finn made me breakfast. He fed me the best waffles I’ve ever eaten, mouthful by mouthful as though he’d like to eat me up. I had no idea food cooked by someone else tasted so good.
And then his tongue, hot and wet and so intimate and… Shocking. Weirdly taboo. My heart is vibrating in my chest, and my breathing is ragged.
I’m wet and squirmy between the legs in a way I’ve never felt before. Well. Except that night in his pub, when electricity shot down my spine and right to my clit when I saw Finn, like he had reached across the space and run his finger down my body with a hundred volts sparking between us.
Is this what he does to every woman he focuses his attention on? I suppose I’m not special. He is the playboy kingpin, after all.
