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When we step inside, it’s clear no one’s here. Places always seem to have an energy when just vacated, or maybe I’m attuned to searching out all dangers, no matter how microscopic. I have precious cargo to protect in the form of the De Luca kids and women. I secure places for the guys when we’re moving in on something.
That’s when they play by the rules. They’re as fearless as me, Tizio, and Nicolo.
I sweep her house, anyway, checking the back door, windows, bathrooms, and closets. Anywhere securing the place as I make sure no nasties lurk.
“Am I free of vermin?”
“Yeah.” I glance around the living room, like I’m checking it again, but really, I’m just hungry for a taste of her life, anyway I can get it. “Human-kind free. Don’t know about the other sort.”
“Diego, I . . .” She takes a breath, her tits rising and falling, and I try not to watch them. Try and fail. “Thank you.”
Stepping closer to her, I cup her face in my hands and lift it to me. “For what”
“Coming when I called.” Her breath fans over my mouth, a phantom kiss. I lean a little into it because I want nothing more than to brush my lips against hers and taste her with my tongue.
I’m slightly humbled as a meaning to her words I missed before come home.
She didn’t need to call me.
There’s the ex-fiancé, a thing I don’t have a right to be jealous over, but I am someone she’s on good enough terms with he thought he could have another play for her. She could have called her brother. I know she’s a woman who’ll have friends, the lonely, skinny little girl lost to time. But she picked me.
Sure, she might have thought having a big ass guy on her side might help, but dough boy douche is big.
I shut down those thoughts and let her go. If I don’t, I’m gonna kiss her and that’s going to lead to complicated places. “You’re safe enough but call if there’s an issue.”
With that, I get the fuck out of Dodge and on my bike, heading to the first dive bar to check it out.
Call me a fucking coward and I won’t disagree, because I’m not strong enough to resist those big eyes and the want in them. But I also don’t want to do something we’ll regret.
As I walk in the bar, it feels a hell of a lot like running away.
ChapterEight
NADIA
What was that?
What the living hell was that?
It’s rhetorical because I know. How could I not? My blood pressure’s heading on an upward trajectory, and my pulse is hammering.
Diego Fernandez almost kissed me.
He wanted to kiss me.
For a mad moment I was beautiful, desirable, the most wanted in the world. Shit. I sit down, my legs almost giving way. I forgot how he could do that to me. How could I forget that?
“Self-preservation,” I whisper, bringing my hand to my mouth like he did kiss me, like I was ravished and part of me wishes I had been.
A huge part.
I close my eyes. The way he looked at me, touched me . . .
I could lie to myself, tell myself it’s just my want playing tricks, but I don’t lie to myself, or at least, I try not to. Even with all this tension between us, the throb inside me that aches for him, I know it would be easier, safer if it were all one-sided.
Just to taste him again, feel his hands on my naked flesh would fuel fantasies for years and—
Oh hell. How did I just go from a kiss to sex?
