Dominic cups my face gently. “It’s okay, Cipi. Your dad died of a heart attack, no one killed him.”
“But he was so young,” I whisper, clenching my fists. “I just don’t think it was natural causes.”
Dominic doesn’t reply, instead he leans in and kisses me.
“Feel better?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“A little,” I admit.
Fuck what am I doing?
Salvatore is right. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea bringing Dominic onto the case.
“That’s always been the way to calm you down,” he chuckles, interrupting my thoughts.
Well, it’s been a long day, and this girl has needs, so fuck it. Future Cipriani can worry about the damage that will come from this.
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. “You know. We never finished what we started earlier.” I let my fingers trail down his chest.
Something flashes in his eyes and he kisses me again, but with a sense of urgency.
He lifts me into his arms. My legs curl around his waist as he carries me through the hall and up the stairs to my bedroom.
The future of the empire rests on my shoulders.
But for tonight, I’m going to forget about who I have to be, and just be me.
Chapter twenty-four
My bedroom door slams shut behind Dominic’s foot, shutting us off from the stressors of the world.
His hands grip my ass like he’s never letting me go. I run my fingers through his hair. My lips lock onto his as the scent of jasmine from the diffuser on my vanity fills my nostrils.
The air is electric. Desire crackles with each kiss and touch.
Dominic sets me down gently on the edge of my bed and breaks the kiss. He tears off his jacket and pulls his shirt over his head, letting them fall to the floor.
Sculpted arms and washboard abs heighten my desire.
His mouth finds mine again, this time deeper and more urgent. His hands slide under my shirt, fingers graze the bandage taped around me.
He pauses, pulling back slightly. “Are you okay to do this?”
“I’m fine.” I throw my arms around his neck, ignoring the ache in my torso, and pull him onto the bed with me.
Grabbing me, he slides us to the center of my bed.
Our hands and mouths explore each other. Even though it’s been a decade, it doesn’t feel like it with the way we are clinging to each other.
He takes off my shirt and unclips my bra, careful not to disturb the bandage.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.
“You won’t,” I reply.
Warm skin burns against mine, fingers tangle in my hair. Our mouths meet and he kisses me like it's the air he needs to breathe. Lips glide down my neck to my collarbone, and across my chest as my nails sink into strong shoulders, pulling him closer.
His mouth finds my breast. His tongue swishes over the nipple while massaging the other.
