Page 31 of Naz & Roz

Not when it came to her.

“Okay, you’re right,” she said, “yours is good, too.”

“Better than yours was?”

Roz shrugged. “Pretty equal. They’re both basically diabetes on a plate. Do you eat this every morning?”

“Four times a week,” Naz returned easily. “It’s faster just to grab something like this when I’m up at all hours of the day on the go for somebody else. Anyone can call, and I have to go.”

Roz’s brow furrowed like she was about to ask him what he meant, but that was not a conversation Naz wanted to have right now, so he opted to just distract her. And by distract her, he meant using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the powdered sugar left over on her lips.

Also, maybe it wasn’t so much a distraction for her as the fact he really just wanted to touch her lips. Feel them, and fucking taste them.

Roz stilled as his thumb swiped over her lips with a soft touch, and then her tongue followed the same path as he pulled away. He couldn’t help but stick his thumb between his own lips to suck off the powdered sugar he wiped away.

Her cheeks pinked again.

Yes.

“You’re something else, Nazio Donati,” Roz whispered.

“Something good, though.”

That was most certainly his cockiness coming out to play, but it was what it was. He’d been raised by the best, and he was just born the fucking best.

Why pretend differently?

Roz leaned forward, and used her hands on the seat to keep her balance as she came closer to him. There was a glitter to her gaze—something sly and sweet that made him want to come closer, so he did just that by inching forward until the two of them were close enough that he could see the flecks of darker blue closer to her irises.

“Do you know what I expected for today?” she asked.

Naz tipped his chin down. “Not particularly.”

“I thought … fancy restaurant, the usual.”

“That wouldn’t have been bad, either.”

Roz shook her head. “Not at all.”

“We can do that next time,” he offered.

“Next time?”

“We’re just getting started here, Roz.”

“This was perfect. Really.” She smiled in that way again. “I should have known better than to expect the usual with you.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re not at all a usual man, Naz.”

“I’m not anything spectacular, either.”

Beyond the whole genius thing, he was just a man at the end of every day. The same as any other man, he supposed.

Roz arched a brow. “You know, I doubt that.”

She leaned up just enough to catch his mouth with a kiss. She still tasted sweet like the powdered sugar on the waffles, but there was something far more sinful on her lips, too. This girl somehow managed to quiet all of Naz’s overactive thoughts with nothing more than a press of her lips, and the tease of her tongue sliding in to war with his. All the while, those eyes of hers stayed locked on his.

He was still kind of hungry.

Not so much for food, though.

He dropped what was left of the waffle just so he could get his hands on Roz instead. That’s what he needed.

Her.