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kiss?”
“For tonight,” he whispers over my skin before he presses his mouth to mine.
The kiss is slow and sensual. The noise of the city filters away and all I can hear is the hammering beat of my heart.
His tongue parts my lips, the kiss deepens and I moan from the pent up need that washes over me.
That morphs into a soft groan when he slides his lips over my cheek and down my neck.
“Until tomorrow,” he says in a low tone.
I stare at him under hooded eyes, my breath catching somewhere between my heart and my lips. “Tomorrow.”
“You know where to find me if you need me.” He pulls the last two words over his tongue in a raspy growl.
Exhaling, I step back and lower my gaze. I need him now. He has to know that. My kiss said it all.
“Goodnight, Dexie.” He brushes his lips over mine for one last chaste kiss.
“Goodnight,” I mumble before I turn and walk to the door.
Chapter 35
Dexie
I step into my apartment and flip the switch to turn on the overhead lights. Darkness has blanketed the city and if I’m going to get any work done tonight, I need as much light as possible.
The lamp in the corner just won’t cut it.
Resisting the urge to look toward Rocco’s apartment, I toss my bag, Marti’s purse and my phone on my bed.
I stare at the worn leather bag that Rocco’s grandmother took into her hands one last time before we left the restaurant.
When she shoved it back at me, I could see the tangled emotions on her face. I wish I knew more about the story attached to the purse, but I don’t know her well enough to pry.
All I know is that she’s expecting a replica of the bag for her birthday.
Turning on my heel, I head to my clothing rack and yank a short pink T-shirt dress from one of the hangers.
The constant itchy sensation from the lacy dress I’m wearing has reached the point of being unbearable.
I make a mental note to tell Sophia that it gets two thumbs down from me.
Making my way to the bathroom, I slide my hand over the back of the dress. I grab the zipper pull to open it.
The sound of my phone chiming stops me in place.
I sigh. I still haven’t talked to Sophia about what she witnessed last night. She’s called me four times today and sent me at least ten text messages.
I keep putting her off with the excuse that I’m up to my neck in work.
Marching back to the bed, I pick up my cell and scan the screen.
Rocco: If you need help with that zipper, I’m right here.
My head pops up to find him standing by his window with his phone in his hand.
I peer at him, a smile tugging on my lips. I fire a text back to him.
