“Turn the lights back on, boys. Race over.”
Rocco glanced over at Dario. “What did she just say?”
He didn’t wait for his cousin to respond. He caught sight of her backside as she walked out of the bar and took off after her.
Once outside, he yelled, “Hey!”
She stopped and turned around.
“I have a question for you,” he said.
She walked up to him and got so close, her breath tickled his skin.
Before he realized it, his back was up against the wall.
“Why’d you say what you did just before you left?” he asked.
She must have been a racing fan to say something like that. But she hadn’t let on that she knew him.
She leaned in, grazing his lips with hers. Her breath smelled like chocolate-covered strawberries. He felt a humming in his chest andhis groin. And for a moment, she just left her mouth resting lightly on his.
“Make every easy shot, Rocco,” she said, her words vibrating on his lips.
“Do I know you?” he murmured back.
“And make every shot easy.” She pressed her lips on his, opened his mouth with her own, and kissed him.
It was a slow and gentle, languid and luscious kiss. Her tongue, plump, wet, and warm.
He hadn’t kissed a woman like this in—how long? Had he ever?
It felt as though she had her mouth on his cock.She might as well have, he thought as he felt both heart and breath accelerate and a guttural groan throttle low in his throat in syncopation with the throbbing between his thighs.
But there was something else.
Something almost—tender.
It was the kind of kiss you would give a lover, and a lover you actually loved—deeply loved.
He cupped her cheek with one hand and gripped her waist with the other, pulling her deeper into him.
He wanted to put her back up against the wall. He made a move to swing her around. But just as he tried to, he felt a sudden sharp sting.
She pulled away and brushed his lower lip with her finger.
That’s when he saw the blood. That’s when he tasted metal.
She bit me.
That’s also when he realized her eyes were so dark they could have been mistaken for black. There was no light there, no light at all. But just as he had the thought, he saw something. A spark? A glimmer? Whatever it was, it came and went so fast he must have imagined it.
Her lips curved but so slightly he couldn’t call it a smile.
“Game over,” she said before turning and walking away.
CHAPTER TWO
NICO
