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But he’d had to work, and so had she—even though she trusted her team of landscapers, a lot of clients still preferred she be at the helm of their project, and she couldn’t blame them. She loved making residences and commercial buildings prettier and more welcoming, and using nature to do so.
“Does your family know about Miguel?” she asked when he drove past a wrought iron gate, entering a long driveaway leading to the kind of mansion most people only saw in movies. Manicured trees and bushes cut in swirls surrounded the impressive house, the light-yellow stucco and the monuments by the entrance reminded her of a former era.
“No. I told them I’m bringing someone. I haven’t mentioned we got married yet.”
“Oh. Okay,” she said. Shouldn’t he have given them the heads up? Sure, he was the silent kind who didn’t talk more than he felt like, but getting married was kind of important. “Anything else I should know?”
He parked the car in front of the house. “No.”
An uneasy sensation spilled into her stomach. “You’re not a big over-sharer, are you?” she said, unable to keep the sarcasm from her voice.
He gave her a small smile. “A few days and you already know the most important thing about me.” He went around the car and opened her door for her.
She slid out. “Let’s hope we can convince your family that we fell in love so madly that we married out of the blue.”
He shortened the gap between them, propping her to step back until her back pressed against the metal of the car. She drew in a sharp breath, and her bra tightened around her chest. He cocked his head to the side, defiance glittering in his eyes.
She parted her mouth, but hesitated. Heat coiled low in her stomach. Should she ask him to get out of her way? Was this a power play? Letting her breath out slowly, she lifted her hands and placed them on his chest to push him away.
The moment she touched him, she could feel his strong pecs under his clothes. Damn… she rested her hands there, as if she extracted some powerful energy from him, unwilling to move them. Her nipples tightened and hardened at the contact. She’d known he was large and strong, but this…
She dared to raise her gaze to his. His eyes darkened, and he dipped down his head. Each inch he bridged between them squeezed another beat from her heart, until all she could hear in her ears was the erratic thrumming.
A hum formed between her legs, and every part of her became achingly attuned to his presence. Tendrils of arousal flowed through her, increasing her internal temperature. She hadn’t been this nervous during her first kiss. Or… ever.
At last, he captured her lips with his. For a moment, she savored the nearness of him, the way he put his arms around her, pulling her closer. Her body molded to his like they had done this before, countless times, without any reservations. She parted her lips more, and he delved his tongue inside, causing an electric reaction shoot down her body.
She lifted her hands to his neck, then encircled them around, loving the feel of his body. Little tingles ran down her spine, and her heart hammered against her sternum. He intensified the strokes of his tongue on hers, and a deep need to have him fuck her buzzed in her brain. She kissed him back, tightening the hold around his neck and bringing them even closer, so much so she could feel his heart beating. Or was it hers?
He slid his hand down her back and cupped her ass. Little bubbles of excitement spread across her stomach, then arrowed down to her sex. She bit his lower lip, teasing him, desperate to give as much as she was getting.
But she wanted more… much more. She lowered her hands down his back, then to his sides and at last, she mirrored his move and cupped his ass. He had narrow hips, but enough flesh on his butt to nicely fill a pair of pants. That position also made her achingly aware of his massive erection against her midsection.
The sound of throat clearing was like pouring glacial water on a naked body. She disengaged from him, gasping, startled. Still maintaining his cool, he sighed, looking more annoyed than frustrated, and turned around.
When he did so, she saw a woman standing a few feet from them. The gorgeous brunette sported a black dress with golden accent patterns, and a short, blunt haircut that probably cost a small fortune.
“Michelle,” he said under his breath.
“We’ve been waiting for you. And how nice of you to bring company,” she said, then her attention focused on Lara. She erased the distance between them and stretched out her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Michelle Gallucci. The sister-in-law.”
“Pleasure.” Lara shook her hand. “Lara Nunes.”
“How was traffic?” Michelle asked.
“Not bad,” Troy answered and gestured for them to walk ahead.
Michelle tried to engage in a small talk, but Troy didn’t say much. Lara followed Michelle, and her gaze alternated between the two of them. Troy didn’t make eye contact with her anymore. Why? Her blood cooled in her veins. Did he regret the kiss already?
Maybe not only I’m a bad lay, but I’m also a bad kisser? Her shoulders dropped a notch. No, couldn’t be. He’d seemed to enjoy himself. Besides, she knew she couldn’t be that bad. Keep cool. She’d need to pretend his kiss, their impromptu make out session, didn’t affect her as it had. She’d cling to self-preservation like a drowning person to a lifeboat.
4
Troy licked his lips, and he could still taste her. Even if it had been a couple hours since their unexpected hookup. He glanced around the living room. His mother had served his father some dessert wine, and Mateo spoke to Michelle in a low voice, in Italian.
Ever since he’d slept with Michelle, two months prior, his brother had been aloof. Troy didn’t blame him, of course. They had a big fight, and Mateo had punched him, rightfully so.
But now... he glanced at Lara, sitting next to him. A part of him missed his brother, that old relationship they shared. He’d screwed it up, like he screwed most things—sabotaging his own relationships came as natural to him as a fix to an addict. He’d stopped asking himself why he ultimately acted on impulse regardless of the consequences and just accepted the fact that was who he was.
