Gian (Trassato Crime Family #1)(29)

I let my lips glide across hers. Once. Twice.

Her eyes drifted closed, and a faint hum slipped through her full lips. “Gian, what the hell are we doing?”

“I don’t know.” And I didn’t. This was madness. From the first minute I glimpsed her from across the bar, I’d lost my f*cking mind. I made dumb decisions, tempted fate, shamed my family, and stomped on my honor. Sadly, none of that mattered when I got within a hundred feet of this girl.

My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against me. She trembled, and it had the same effect on me as tossing a match on gasoline. I felt alive for the first time in days. Maybe longer.

Our mouths fused together, and for the life of me, I didn’t know which one of us was the aggressor. My tongue dove in and out of her mouth. Tasting. Teasing. Savoring. My hands were everywhere, and it wasn’t enough. I explored every swell, curve, and indention. She was warm, soft, inviting, and every touch went to my head like a shot of whiskey. At that moment, I’d swear on my uncle’s pinky ring that I’d never get enough of this woman. Her body. Her long, toned legs. Her waist so tiny I could span the circumference with two hands.

I shoved her dress around her waist, and her fingers sunk into my shoulders, indecipherable, breathless sounds rolling from her mouth.

“We’re forgetting,” I murmured, finally answering her question.

She tugged at the front of my shirt, pulling it from the waistband of my pants. Her hands skirted underneath. Each measured stroke left me panting with desire. I rocked against her, acutely aware of every centimeter of fabric between us. Regrettably, the friction did nothing to quench the ache building inside of me. I wedged my hand between our bodies, toying with the top edge of her lace panties. Her muscles bunched beneath the pads of my fingers.

Shuddering, she sucked in a gust of air, color blooming on her cheeks. The soft, dreamlike look on her face unhinged me more than I already was.

“Wait.”

“Wait?” I echoed, my fingers inching lower. They had a mind of their own.

She grabbed my wrist, her eyes dark and questioning, and I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to. I watched a million and one expressions float across her face. I couldn’t remember ever being so caught up in someone before.

“We shouldn’t do this right now.” She blew out a puff of air. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

With a sigh, I leaned my forehead against hers. “No? Because I think it’s a great idea. Come to think of it, I don’t believe I’ve had a better idea in a long time.” I slid my hand lower, cupping her between her legs. “I’ll make you feel good.”

She arched her pelvis against my hand a fraction of an inch and whimpered. “We both know this shouldn’t happen. Don’t make this hard.”

Chuckling, I dragged my nose along her throat up to her mouth. “It’s already hard.”

“We need to stop.” Her words were a velvety purr against my lips, and a jolt of desire zipped down my spine.

“Give me a reason to stop.”

Her teeth grazed my lower lip. “I’ll give you two.”

“Uh-huh.” I glided my finger through her folds. She was so wet, it would be criminal for me to walk away.

“Tony’s waiting for you.” Her pulse fluttered like butterfly wings against the ivory skin of her neck.

“Tony can go f*ck himself.”

With her chin tucked against her chest, she stared at me through the veil of her gold-tipped lashes. “This will complicate everything.”

“I like complications.” I hooked a finger inside the knot of my tie and loosened it. “Complications make life interesting.”

“No. Not tonight. Tonight…” She licked her lips, and I barely held back a groan. “Everything is too charged. Neither of us is thinking clearly.” When I held up my hand, she shook her head, ignoring the gesture. “I’m not thinking clearly. I’m still wound up from what happened tonight, and I don’t want to make a decision I’ll regret.”

Nodding, I mentally pulled my shit together and took a step back. “You’re right.” She was, but that didn’t mean the urge to press myself against her again and claim her mouth had magically disappeared. Physical awareness still buzzed through me, crackling and snapping. “Go to sleep. You’ve had a hard day. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Her shoulders fell, and she stared at me for a second then smiled faintly. “All right. Tomorrow.” She jumped off the counter and darted past me like she didn’t trust me not to stop her.

By the time I changed out of my suit, she was in my bed, curled on her side, with her back facing me and the sheet tucked around her neck like she couldn’t stomach revealing an inch of skin. With a resigned sigh, I opened the door and went to find Tony.

A few minutes later, I located him in my study. He sat behind my desk, twirling a glass of amber liquid.

“Feel free to make yourself at home.”

“Oh shit, Gian.” He jumped out of his seat and waved a hand toward the two leather club chairs. One held my briefcase and the other had my jacket draped over the back. “I didn’t want to touch your stuff.”

My eyes narrowed, and I leaned against the doorjamb. “Uh-huh.”

He took a deep drink of his whiskey and set the glass on my desk. A loud clunk echoed through the quiet room. “So what happened tonight?”