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I can see it in her eyes that this is different from earlier.

“Dare,” I say, my voice low and challenging.

Elena smiles triumphantly like she just won something. “I dare you to kiss me.”

I never could back down from a challenge. In this case, though, it has nothing to do with my desire to win but my desire to feel. Because these days, any time I stare at Elena, I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to taste her. I’ve spent more time than I care to admit fantasizing what it would be like to kiss her. And now she’s giving me the opportunity to do so.

I’d be an idiot not to take it. But I’m also fucked if I do.

My car suddenly feels impossibly small. When those mesmerizing green eyes meet mine, I make my decision.

“Screw it,” I mutter.

In the next breath, I’m unhooking my seatbelt and reaching for the side of her face. Only an inch of space separates us. In the end, she’s the one who closes it. My hand curls around her neck, tugging her to me. Sparks break out across my skin as our lips touch. Liquid heat spreads through my veins. I feel blood rush through my body, straight to my cock, hardening it.

This is so wrong.

I spent the better part of my teenage years thinking of Elena Legan as the equivalent of a little sister. But somewhere along the road, something changed. I don’t know what and I don’t know why, but kissing her gives me a thrill I’ve never felt before with anyone. And I don’t ever want to fucking stop.

CHAPTER11

Elena

You know what’s even crazier than kissing Roman De Luca? Kissing Roman De Luca and enjoying it.

I woke up this morning feeling like complete and utter shit. But at least I had a party to look forward to. And it was all going fine. I could put my problems on the back burner for a while. I spoke to people, I mingled, I was actually having fun. Until everything went to hell.

Today was a rollercoaster. And if I’m being honest, kissing Roman De Luca is definitely the last perfect track on the insane train. When I agreed to let him give me a ride home, I never imagined we would end up here.

His grip on my neck is tight but firm as his lips move in tandem with mine. I moan softly when he nips at my bottom lip. Then he suddenly pulls away. His gaze is still fixed on me, hard and filled with unrelenting heat. I watch as it drops down to my body. The black dress I’m wearing is hardly indecent, but the way Roman’s eyes darken with lust makes it feel otherwise. Heat zaps through my body.

“Last chance, lupacchiotta. Tell me to take you home and I will.”

I shake my head. Before I can convince myself otherwise, I’m climbing over the console separating our chairs. And then I’m straddling him. The surprise in Roman’s eyes mirrors mine.

“Elena,” he says huskily.

“Shh,” I mutter. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“I knew you were fucking trouble,” he groans before leaning forward and capturing my lips.

This kiss is much more desperate than the last, passionate. Grabbing my hips, Roman pulls me closer so I’m sitting on his erection. When his hard cock lines up with the damp material of my panties, I’m hit with a wave of lust so potent, my heart practically stops. I’m unable to stop myself from rocking him. Roman grabs my ass, keeping me in place.

“Patience,lupacchiotta,” he murmurs, sounding annoyingly calm while I’m here, being driven out of my damn mind.

“I want you,” I breathe.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

When he kisses me again, it’s lazy and sweet. Flutters arise in the pit of my stomach. His hand moves to squeeze my ass. His movements are unbearably slow. His stubble scrapes across my skin as his mouth trails a line of fire down my neck. He closes his teeth around a patch of skin, biting before sucking on it to take the sting away. My nails dig into his arm as I clutch him.

Roman’s hand trails downward until he’s tracing the material of my panties, feeling the dampness. I feel him smile against my skin.

“You’re soaked, Elena.”

“Yeah, it does tend to happen when I’m grinding on someone’s dick,” I say, breathless.

He chuckles and his hand lands on my ass with a smack. I jolt, feeling myself grow even wetter. I force down the whimper that threatens to escape.

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