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I blinked, stunned by my thoughts, that I planned to be her first.

And maybe her last.

She rubbed the back of her neck, still gawking at me. “I, uh...”

I chuckled, entertained by how I rendered her speechless. I was still smiling as I got under the water and hurried to clean up before anyone else would want to get in here and take another stall.

Under the spray of the water, I looked back at her and hurried to reply while we had privacy. “I want to know you like that too.”

Chapter 18

Emma

Luke didn’t stall any further. He showered and got dressed, and I mostly kept my back turned to give him privacy. In the span of hours, so much was changing between us. I met his mom, I saw his dick. Those two events were important once in any “normal” relationship, but that was the one thing I couldn’t have with him.

Set out with Krista to have fun and lose my virginity if I could. Luke fit the bill on the latter. Every time we kissed, I felt that much closer to ripping off my clothes and spreading my legs wide. This man could push me so thrillingly near an orgasm that I struggled to keep up. Hell, a mere look from him got my heart racing and my stomach tightening with a deep, inner ache of need.

Even now, in the car again as he drove to the address I put into the navigation, his presence overwhelmed me. The heat from his body, the smell of soap on his skin, the dampness of his thick black hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. Every bit of him called to me.

From the moment we met, I wanted him. With the little samples he dared to give me, he slowly hooked me to follow him and wish for more.

We were playing with fire, tiptoeing to each other in this tense dance of desire and longing.

But it couldn’t end where I wanted it to.

With...love.

“Whose house is she at?”

I blinked, tearing my gaze from the passenger window. Since we left the fighting location, I’d been quiet.

“Krista?”

“Yes.” He rolled his eyes. “Unless the plans have changed and you have another friend who needs to be picked up?”

I huffed. “I don’t have any friends.”

“They can be overrated.”

I raised my brows. “My, aren’t you the charmer.”

“I never set out to charm anyone.” At a light, he faced me and gave me another one of those heated once-overs. Like maybe he was aware of charming me while not intending to.

“She’s at the house of a friend. A friend of a friend.”

“That’s not vague,” he replied sarcastically.

It most definitely was vague. I had to keep all my answers vague to the many questions he peppered me with as we drove. He wasn’t prying for personal information, but giving him better replies about the what, where, why, how, and when about Krista being passed out in a place I didn’t feel safe enough to go to myself would reveal personal information about me.

I didn’t want to tell him that I was a mafia girl. The second he knew who I belonged to, that I was a mafia princess more or less engaged to another, his view of me would be changed. He wouldn’t fight smiles at me or give me those hot looks. If he was smart, he’d throw his hands up in surrender and walk away. No one wanted to interfere with mafia drama. He said I was trouble, and well, I was big trouble, expected to be owned by a prominent man in a rival family.

It was greedy of me. I was selfish. But I couldn’t stop this with Luke. Every minute until the end of the summer counted, and since I never anticipated meeting Luke or letting him matter, I wanted to cling to all the chances that remained with him.

Sooner or later, I would have to give him up and leave the Tropican, and the very thought of that cracked my heart.

“Here?” he asked several minutes later when he parked near the party house quite a few men in all the mafia families met up at. It was more like a neutral meeting place on common ground. A retired movie star owned the place, so it wasn’t like we were walking onto another family’s territory, where rules would be expected to be followed.

I nodded. “Yeah. Here.” This was where that short video had been sent from, and I was confident I wasn’t being duped. No, I was. Having that video taken of Krista was a ploy. The Marcheses were in there. Antonio might be as well instead of letting his men handle all of the tricks of getting me to come.