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The buzzing grows insistent; something vibrates in my pocket. Another sound of buzzing joins the first, this time from the bag dangling from her wrist. I ignore it all as I hold her gaze.
"I want to ravage your mouth and draw your scent deep into my lungs and hold it there, hoping to carry some part of you with me always."
"Massimo." Her features take on a stricken expression. "Please don’t do this. It’s not right and you know it."
But it could be.
Fucking fuck.
Of course, I know that. But damn, if I’m not tempted to throw caution to the wind and take what is mine.
The buzzing increases in intensity from my pocket, and from her handbag. She pushes at my shoulders, and we break apart, staring at each other. Her pupils are dilated, her cheeks flushed. Her lips are swollen, even though I haven’t kissed her. The blood rushes to my groin. My thighs harden, but my chest feels like someone has stabbed a burning sword into my heart.
Without taking my gaze off of her, I pull my cellphone from my pocket as she flips open her purse and pulls out her device.
"Pronto," I growl the Italian word for hello into the phone.
"Hello," she says into hers.
"Massimo, where the fuck are you?" Adrian’s angry voice comes down the line. "Do you know the kind of shit show you’ve left behind? TheCamorraare asking for the wedding to be pulled forward, after that stunt you pulled."
"What?" I straighten.
The voice at the other end of her phone squawks, the tone as angry as Adrian’s.
She pales, backs away as she listens.
"What do you mean, pulled forward?" I snap.
"Exactly that. They’re pissed-off that you left your engagement early, and rightly so. What were you thinking, running out of the house leaving everything behind? It’s good we managed the situation so they think you had to leave because of a work-related emergency which only you could handle, and it had nothing to do with you chasing after her sister. At least, I think we managed it without their noticing the true reason you left and—"
"And if that is the reason I left?" I widen my stance.
There’s silence, then Adrian clears his throat, "Don’t do this,fratello.You’re making everything very complicated."
"What’s life if you can’t follow your instincts, eh?" I drawl.
He blows out a breath. "And what does this instinct tell you? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. You need to get your ass back here and explain it to Michael, and I’m warning you, it’s not going to be pretty."
"I can’t right now—"
"You’ve stretched the good will of the Don already. Don’t push it further, brother." He disconnects.
Fuck, fuck. F-u-c-k.I drop the phone into my pocket, glance up to find she, too, has disconnected the call.
"I really do need to go."
I step back and hold out my arm, indicating for her to precede me. I follow her out to her car. She beeps it open, then slides into the driver’s seat. She goes to close the door, but I plant my foot in her way, so she has no choice but to leave it open.
"This is not over," I warn.
"It is." She stares straight ahead.
"You haven’t seen the last of me," I retort.
"This has to be the last we see of each other. My fiancé is, uh, expected in town soon, and he wouldn’t like it if he saw us together."
"Why don’t we meet, the four of us?"
