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I watch him for a moment, completely still. He's not just a flirt. He's… considerate. It's so unexpected it throws me off balance.

"See? All better," he says softly.

"Oh fuck," I say a moment before I throw my arms around his neck and fuse my lips to his.

He responds immediately, his arms coming around me, lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me across the room, my back hitting the wall with a soft thud.

"I thought we were stopping," he murmurs against my lips.

"Can a girl change her mind?" I say while I'm frantically trying to pull off his suit jacket.

"She certainly fucking can," he says before his tongue is in my mouth again.

He shrugs out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. His hands are everywhere, sliding up my thighs, under my skirt, gripping my ass. I grind against him, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me through our clothes.

He breaks the kiss, but only so he can run his lips and tongue and teeth over my skin. "Where do you want me to fuck you, Blair? The wall? The floor? The kitchen counter?"

My body clenches at his words. "Yes," I say, my voice hoarse.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my neck. "Your wish." He bites my throat, then soothes it with his tongue. "My command."

Then he carries me to the kitchen and sets me down on the large stone island, and I gasp at the coolness against my heated skin. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close, my legs still wrapped around him.

This time he takes my shirt and bra off completely, baring me to the cool air in the room, and his gaze. His eyes are dark, filled with a heat that makes me feel powerful and desired and incredibly vulnerable all at once.

He dips his head, and I think he's going to take my breast in his mouth again, but he doesn't. Instead, he presses a soft, almost reverent kiss right over my heart.

My breath catches in my throat.

He lifts his head and looks at me, and the look in his eyes is so intense it makes my own eyes burn. "You're beautiful."

I'm not sure how to respond to that. So I don't. I just kiss him, grab a handful of his hair, and pull him down for another kiss. I pour everything I can't say into it.

He unzips my skirt, and I lift my hips so he can pull it, along with my panties, off. Then he stands back, looking at me.

I'm completely naked on the counter in this million-dollar penthouse, with a city at my back and an Italian god in front of me.

Normally this is the part where I would shrink and try to cover up.

But the look in his eyes as he stares at me reverently.

I've never felt so sexy. So wanted.

Chapter Thirteen

Diego

I can’t move for a beat. The sight of her like this, spread out on the island in nothing but the fading sunlight… It’s an image I’ll have burned into my memory for the rest of my life. She’s more beautiful than I could have imagined, a goddess in the middle of a cityscape. My goddess.

“Diego,” she whispers. “Stop looking at me like that.”

I grin. “And how am I looking at you?”

“Like you’re going to devour me.”

“Is that a complaint I hear?"

"No," she says. "But... I'm feeling a bit exposed."