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Chapter 15
New York City, New York
Mancini Mafia
GIULIA
Knowing Raff will be arriving tonight, I don't even try to sleep. I didn't take a nap like he suggested either.
Infuriating man.
I don't understand why he's dropping everything to come to New York. Neri and I will be back in Las Vegas Sunday night.
Raff must know that Severu will never allow anything to happen to his sister or nephew.
I didn't tell our son that his papà was coming to New York. If I had, we would have never gotten Neri to sleep tonight. He'll see Raff in the morning and be thrilled at the surprise.
Waiting in the living area on the floor for extended family in my family's building, I answer emails and messages related to the upcoming charity gala. Raff texted forty-five minutes ago to say the jet had landed and he was on his way. He should be here any minute.
I’m nervous. I don't know why.
Something just feels different between us. I wish I knew what.
The elevator dings and my heart speeds up.
Dropping my phone on the occasional table near the sofa, I surge to my feet.
The doors open and my husband is there. Wearing his usual tailored suit, but no tie, he exudes power. He already carries himself like the don he will one day be.
His dark hair and handsome face are so familiar andnecessary, I feel an ache of both longing and recognition in my chest.
The moment his grey eyes alight on me, they go molten. He crosses the space between us in two long strides and pulls me into his arms, his mouth coming down on mine in a ferocious, claiming kiss.
Melting into his body, I kiss him back for all I am worth.
The sound of his bodyguards walking past to drop off his luggage in our room, barely registers. Except to make me aware that other people are seeing us kiss like sex starved teenagers.
Or a married couple deprived of each other's company for ten long days.
Only, Raff is not usually big on PDA.
Cupping my bottom, he lifts me against him and I let my shoes drop to the floor before latching my legs around his torso. We start moving but I don't take my mouth away from his.
The door to our room slamming behind us breaks into my sensual haze and I finally separate my lips from his.
Gone is the controlled, urbane man I married. In his place is a ravenous beast whose gaze sears me.
"Raff." His name comes out on a puff of air as want courses through me.
He lets me slide down his body but keeps me close. "Amate."
Beloved. There is that word again.
He unzips my dress and tugs it down my shoulders. The floral crepe de chine slips from my body and pools around my feet on the carpet.
I shove his jacket off of him and start working on the buttons of his shirt with fervent fingers. Raff unclasps my bra and manages to remove it with minimal interruption to my efforts.
Big, warm hands cup my breasts and squeeze. Pressing forward for more, I shudder with desire. A feral sound comes from deep in my husband's chest sending wetness gushing from my core.
