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"Which is?"
"Malta."
"We’re going to Malta?"
"It’s a half an hour plane ride away."
"Why are we going to Malta?"
"It was easier for me to arrange for the paperwork related to the wedding there."
"Easier than your hometown?" I frown.
"If I’d reached out to my people here, the word would have spread to my brothers, who would’ve invited themselves to the wedding, along with their wives. I mean, you’ve met them already. Do you think any of them would have missed this opportunity to turn up for the ceremony?"
I shudder. "Guess not."
"That’s why—" He gestures ahead to the small airstrip that comes into view. He halts at a gate that opens inward and drives the car through. We draw up to the small private jet, where a man is standing. He’s tall, broad, and seems familiar. It’s his brother Massimo.
"Thought you didn’t want word getting back to your brothers?" I frown.
"Massimo’s more discreet than the rest. If he sticks to his word, it’ll buy us enough time to be out of here and married before anyone inla famigliafinds out."
He brings the car to a stop and I unbuckle my seatbelt. For a few seconds, we sit there staring at the plane.
"You sure about this?" I finally ask.
"No," he laughs, "but I like to live dangerously."
"That’s not very reassuring." I clutch my fingers together in my lap. My heart begins to gallop so fast, I can feel it in my throat. My pulse rate booms, my stomach churns, and I’m sure I’m going to be sick. That’s the last thing I need, puking all over his beautiful car. I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut. I try to take in a breath, but my lungs don’t seem to function.Oh, god, what am I doing?Not only have I lost my role in the musical, the role that should have launched my career, but now I’m also going to marry a Mafia guy, one who says he can never love anyone. And I’m going to probably have to stay married to him forever, while he goes off and sees other women on the side. My lungs burn and my throat closes. I gasp as the world tilts.
"Easy, easy." A warm grasp over my hands draws my attention back to my body. I hear wheezing sounds and realize it’s me. I try to take another breath, but bile clogs my throat. Then, I am pushed down so my face is between my knees.
His big palm rubs soothing circles over my back. "Breathe, baby, breathe."
Specks of darkness flicker at the edges of my vision. My hands and legs tremble. This is the second time I’ve come so close to fainting, and I’ve never fainted before in my entire life. I wheeze and pant and huddle into my seat, trying to draw oxygen into my starved lungs.
"Cazzo,"I hear him swear, then he reaches over me, and my seatbelt loosens. He scoops me up like I weigh nothing and hauls me over the divider between the seats and onto his lap. He rocks me, and makes soothing noises that rumble up his chest and flow over me. The heat of his body cocoons me. He winds his arms about me; with one big palm, he pushes the hair back from my face and runs his fingers down the strands. With the other, he cups my cheek and presses my face into his chest.
I push my nose into the strip of skin that’s bared between the lapels of his shirt. I draw in a breath, and the dark chocolate and coffee scent of his fills my lungs. It’s like a signal to my brain to calm down. My pulse rate evens out. The burning in my lungs begins to subside. He continues to rock me and croon to me under his breath. I breathe in, drawing more of him into my body. Then, because I can’t help myself, and because I want to see if he tastes as enticing as he smells, I flick out my tongue and lick him.
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Luca
She drags her tongue down the demarcation between my pecs, and I feel the tug all the way down to the crown of my dick. My cock lengthens and the blood drains to my groin. I still, but don’t draw away. She tugs on my nipple, and my entire body seems to come alive. I can feel my pulse in my throat, at my temples, even in my balls.
"Fuck. You’re killing me, Angel."
She makes a sound at the back of her throat which is the most erotic thing I have heard in a long time. Then she cuddles in closer, as if she’s trying to crawl into my body. A melting sensation squeezes my ribcage. I continue to caress her hair until her breathing is back to normal. She curls her fingers into the front of my shirt, then rubs her cheek against my chest. My pants feel too tight, and I know I need to get us out of here before my cock decides to poke its way through my zipper. I reach for my door handle, but she grips my bicep.
"Kiss me," she says in a low voice. "Kiss me, Luca."
"If I do, there’s no guarantee we’ll get out of this car anytime soon."
"Please." She wraps her fingers around the base of my neck and pulls my head down toward her. I gaze into those tawny eyes of hers and my heart stutters. We share breath for a second, then another. Then, she flicks out her tongue and licks my lips.
A groan rumbles up my chest. I twist her curls around my fingers and tug. Her head falls back. Her pupils dilate. Her breath hitches and I run my nose up her jawline. I inhale the scent of crushed roses, and every part of me seems to come alive. I press my lips to the corner of her lips, then nibble down on her lower lip. She tries to deepen the kiss, but I keep her in place with my hold on her hair. She scowls at me from under her heavy eyelids, and my already-shattered heart seems to splinter further. I brush my lips over hers, holding her gaze. She swallows, and the pulse at the base of her throat speeds up. She thrusts out her breasts, and I don’t need to look down to know that her nipples are outlined against the fabric of her T-shirt.
