Don Mancini shifted his gaze back and forth between the two of them before he looked at me once. “You’re a part of this crew—but you aren’t a part of this family.”
I was dead tired from being up all night, and then the night before, I hadn’t slept much either because I was making Francesca come and cry over and over again, so I was ready to head home and hit the sack.
I walked downstairs and out the front doors, crossing the path to the other buildings and then the parking lot beyond. My Range Rover sat in the front, a little dusty from being out in the elements like this.
“Wolfe.”
I smirked when I recognized her voice, picking up on the concern, relief, and affection all mixed into one. She must have seen me leave from her office window and run after me…because she was obsessed with me.
I turned back around. “Hey, baby?—”
She crushed her mouth to mine, standing on her tiptoes as she hooked her arm around my neck, kissing me like we were in her bedroom instead of a dusty parking lot.
Yep, she was fucking obsessed with me.
I gripped her ass as I kissed her, not giving a damn if anyone saw me feel her up out there.
She was mine. I could do whatever the hell I wanted.
She pulled away first, her lips swollen from the intensity of our kiss. “You’re okay?”
“Not a scratch.” I could feel the ridiculous smile on my face because of how unnaturally wide it was. “What did I tell you about worrying about me?”
She ignored the question. “Are you going home?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking dead.” Two days without sleep. I would be grouchy like a bear if anyone else stopped me in the parking lot but her. “Gonna catch up on some sleep.”
The disappointment in her eyes was like a beacon for help.
My smile faded to a smirk. “You want me to come over.”
“I’ve been worried all night.”
“I know—because you’re obsessed with me.”
The same temper her father had shone in her eyes, and she smacked me. “Don’t piss me off, Wolfe.”
“But I love pissing you off.” I grabbed the front of her jeans, hooked my fingers through one of her belt loops, and tugged her gently into me. “I’m not sure what turns me on more, when you’re angry or when you’re clingy.”
“I’m not clingy.”
“You definitely are, but it’s fine. I like it.” I dipped my head and kissed her. “You got a key?”
The anger in her eyes slowly processed out of her body once she got what she wanted—me. “Underneath the pot by the front door, with the red geraniums.”
Too obvious. We’d have to rectify that later. “Alright, I’ll see you when you get home.”
“I’m going to swing by the store after work. Need anything?”
“Shaving cream.” I hadn’t shaved in a couple days, and my beard was starting to get thick. I preferred an electric razor, but whatever she used on her legs should be fine. “Now get going,” I said as I tapped her ass. “Before I take you in the back seat.”
She smirked like it was an affectionate joke.
Oh, it wasnota joke.
“Goodnight,” she said as she stepped away.
“Night, baby.” I watched her turn around and walk back, and I shamelessly stared at her perky ass in those tight denim jeans. A juicy peach in the heat of summer that I wanted to shove my dick into.
