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This man was something else.

Something wonderful, and dangerous, and beautiful.

Something made just for her.

Lucia was sure of it.

She didn’t mind this—didn’t mind losing herself in him, or letting him forget everything because he was lost in her. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her only way of keeping him as close as she could possibly get him. And yet, it still didn’t feel like enough. Her soul was screaming, she thought.

Screaming to find its way out of her body, and sink its way into this man. To tangle with his soul, and live there happily for the rest of her days. He could rip the breath right out of her lungs; take every fucking beat of her heart. He could be the sun to her days, and the water to her ocean.

He already did those things.

He already was those things.

And it still wouldn’t be enough.

She was still going to want more.

Lucia wasn’t sure that was normal.

She didn’t want it to be, either.

FOURTEEN

“Are you ready?” Renzo asked, ruffling Diego’s curls with the palm of his hand. “It’s almost time.”

“I can’t see! I can’t see it, Ren!”

Chuckling, Renzo bent down to pick up Diego. Grabbing the boy around the waist, he lifted his brother so that Diego could stand on the railing and look out over the bay. He kept a firm hold on Diego’s middle to make sure he was safe and steady as he waited for the show to begin. The dark sky overhead lit up by the big, yellow moon was the only light they had to use next to the streetlight behind them that wasn’t all that bright.

“Now you can’t see,” Lucia murmured beside him.

He turned his head to see her flash him a teasing grin. It was nothing more than the sweet, sexy curve of her lips that made him lean in closer. Just for a taste—nothing more, and nothing less. A quick kiss before he put his attention back on the sky and the show that was about to start.

Like usual, the second his lips touched hers for that quick kiss, he found that he didn’t want to stop kissing her at all. She tasted like that cherry ChapStick she’d picked up from the store earlier in the day, and just a hint of sour sugar, too, from the candies she’d been sharing with Diego on their walk. There was something comforting in the familiarity of their kiss now—the way her lips worked against his, and how the rest of the world just blinked out when he was kissing her.

He needed it, really.

Craved her.

“Look!” Diego shouted.

It was only his little brother’s yell that broke the two of them apart. Renzo might have been annoyed, but he was becoming accustomed to this with Diego. Not that the kid was purposely trying to break up Lucia and Renzo’s private moments—even if they weren’t exactly in private—but that was the thing with little ones.

They didn’t care.

They had no sense of personal space, or privacy.

None at all.

Tightening his hold around Diego’s middle, Renzo tilted his head to the side, so he could see what had his brother so excited. Across the bay, a light flickered. Green, then white. Green again, and then white again. Over and over. He figured that was the boat’s signal for the fireworks to start, and he wasn’t wrong.

Less than thirty seconds later, the sky lit up with bursts of sparks and colors. All the colors, really. He hadn’t known what to expect of the firework show that was advertised, and while he had seen some of the best shows while back home in New York growing up, this was good, too.

Good for Diego, really.

Each burst that exploded in the air, shattering the black, inky sky with colorful sparks had his brother practically dancing on the railing. Diego pointed at the sky and shouted over and over again, like each new firework that went off was the best thing he had ever seen in his life. Renzo could only laugh, and hold his brother tighter to make sure the kid didn’t topple over into the bay from his excitement. That would be a sure-fire way to end their fun.