Page 195 of Alessio

Like he was remembering.

That memory flooded Corrado’s mind, too.

Fuck.

Not what he needed right now.

“Was Cree right?” Corrado asked. “About you, I mean.”

“I don’t—”

“That you pick a fight to get attention.”

Alessio’s eyes blazed. “No.”

“Really? So, you didn’t try to cause a problem with me today because you didn’t want to just come up and say hello? I don’t know, like a normal person might.”

“Cree says a lot of shit.”

“I noticed a lot of it was right, though.”

Alessio’s throat jumped when he swallowed hard. “Possibly. Doesn’t mean all of it is.”

“Sure.”

“I don’t know whether I like you or not,” Alessio muttered.

“Same.”

This time, it was Corrado that found his gaze drifted down from the shaggy hair covering Alessio’s eyes to where his lips rested in what almost seemed like a smirk. Not quite, but almost. Like the guy just had a natural arrogance about him. That was something Corrado found most annoying in others, but with Alessio, it drew him in.

Another problem?

Probably.

It had been Alessio that kissed him earlier, and Corrado wasn’t entirely sure why he felt the strangest urge to see if the man tasted the same now, but he made the move this time. It didn’t seem to come as any kind of shock to Alessio when Corrado’s mouth came down on his, and he backed him into the wall.

Alessio’s fingers found the waistband of his pants, his fingers digging into the hard muscles there as his tongue swept the seam of Corrado’s lips. Just like that first kiss, this still felt like a fight to Corrado … like neither of them were willing to yield to the other. No softness; no careful exploration. It was just war. Tongues clashing against each other as he realized, yes, Alessio tasted exactly the same.

Like fucking sin.

His teeth caught Alessio’s bottom lip, and then the man’s fingers pressed harder into his skin just because. If anything, it only made Corrado lurch forward, so he didn’t just have Alessio backed against the wall. No, he had his body pinning him there. Just like when the man had him pinned to the fucking mat of the ring earlier. He wanted him to know what that felt like—to be under someone else’s control, and to like it at the same time.

And yes, he could feel just how much Alessio liked it.

Corrado let out a harsh exhale, his lips grazing down Alessio’s jaw as he tipped his head back to the wall. “Fuck, so that’s a yes on the whole picking a fight thing, then?”

“Fuck you, Guzzi.”

He just laughed.

What else could he do?

A noisy buzz echoed throughout the room, sending Corrado and Alessio’s gaze flying upward to find the sound. Above the doorway, a light turned from green to red, making Corrado even more confused than he already was. It was Alessio who seemed to understand what was going on as he cursed under his breath.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Alessio muttered.

“Wait,” Corrado said, refusing to move to let him get past, “what does that mean?”