“Yes, but it’s going to be hard to get out of the house.”
“Maybe Valentina can ask your Don to let you return to the club.”
Czar runs his hand up my back, under my hair, sending a delicious chill up my back.
“Yes, that could work,” I whisper, pulling him closer.
“Awesome. Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
Czar smiles and slides his hand around my neck, pulling me closer. He kisses my lips softly and runs his velvety tongue over my lips. I open my mouth, and he slides his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeply, with a wild hunger. I return his kiss, feeling as if I’m melting.
He runs his mouth across my jaw and kisses my neck.
“Mia, you’re driving me crazy. I want you,” He whispers, biting my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp, leaning into him.
“Yes?”
“Yes, I want you,” I say.
I don’t care. I don’t want to be a virgin for a man that I don’t know and most likely not like. I like Czar, and I want him.
“This is crazy,” Czar whispers, sucking my skin behind my ear.
“Yes, but a good crazy.”
“Yes, a good crazy.”
“Let’s go,” I say.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes, searching to make sure that I do want him. He nods and takes my hand. We walk out of the club, and to the black Range Rover.
We get into the vehicle, he takes my hand, and he drives down the streets.
“Mia, tell me about you.”
“Not much to tell. I’m just a girl that loves to read. I love to crochet scarves. Valentina and I donate them to the shelters. I love writing poems and songs. I also write sexy, hot romance, but I haven’t published any. I’m not ready for the world to read my work. It’s a great escape.”
“Wow, that’s impressive.”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling at him.
“Sexy hot, huh?”
“Yes.”
He drives into a parking garage, pulls into the parking space, and turns off the vehicle. He gets out, walks around, and then helps me out, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. He then sets me on the concrete and takes my hand.
We walk to the elevator, then we exit, walking into his apartment.”
“Do you want some wine?”
“Yes, that would be nice,” I utter in a soft voice.
I’m getting nervous and wine will be good. I watch him walk into the kitchen and pull out a bottle of wine from the wine refrigerator. He opens it and pours us some wine. He walks over and hands me the glass, and takes a drink.
