Page 72 of Effortless

Yep.

Poof.

Ovaries destroyed.

God, what was it about this man that made her kind of crazy?

Phone sex, racy texts, and Skype were not nearly enough to sedate the need she had for Tommaso Rossi. Camilla had figured that out quickly enough. Now that he was here, she couldn’t wait to get him somewhere private, and satisfy the lust pooling in her gut.

Damn.

The spot didn’t even have to be private.

She really didn’t care at this point.

All of his confidence, danger, and sex appeal radiated with every step he took. He had a small duffle bag slung over his shoulder that he held by the strap with a single finger. Like an afterthought he was bringing along because for the moment, all of his attention was fully focused in on her.

He’d given her the arrival gate to meet him at, but nothing more. He’d been sitting on a bench, and already looking her way when she finally spied him.

Despite all the changes she went through over the past six months—from her hair, to her makeup, and even style—Tommaso was still the very same. Dark smile, dark suit, and dark intentions.

Especially when it came to her.

Seeing him coming her way was both overwhelming and terrifying. In good and bad ways. She had missed him terribly, and phone calls were not the same thing as actually seeing him. It also scared her to death because of how much she had missed him.

It was never more apparent to her just how much she wanted to see him again than in that moment. So yeah, that scared her a little. For the moment, she pushed the confusing feelings aside. This was not the time to deal with them.

Camilla’s excitement spilled over, and she bolted forward when she couldn’t contain it any longer. Tommaso laughed, and dropped his bag just in time to open his arms for her oncoming hug. She expected him to just embrace her, but instead, he lifted her right off the fucking ground without a bit of hesitation.

Her shriek of surprise was drowned out by Tommaso pressing a bruising kiss to her lips. A kiss that burned through her bloodstream like a forest fire intent on killing any reservations her heart might have been feeling in that moment.

Camilla tangled her hands into Tommaso’s hair, and wrapped her legs around his torso as their kiss deepened. She didn’t care about the catcall that echoed, or the laughter from nearby. It wasn’t like they were the first people to make a public scene at the airport.

All too soon, Tommaso was setting Camilla back on her feet. She stared up at him with a wide grin as his hands cupped her face. With a husky chuckle, he kissed her smiling lips three times in quick succession.

“Missed you,” he said.

“You did, huh?”

“Of course. Like you didn’t already know that.”

Camilla winked. “I thought maybe you missed me.”

“Cam, you know good and damn well you were driving me crazy all the way in Chicago. Don’t even try to pretend differently.”

“I won’t.”

Tommaso let out a hard laugh. “I didn’t think so.”

“How long are you going to be here?”

A huge part of her wished she could take the question back as soon as she asked it. Another part of her wished he wouldn’t answer. She didn’t want to learn he was only going to be there for a couple of days.

Hell, a week wouldn’t be long enough.

Yep.

Heartsick.