Page 173 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Every caution recedes beneath the dangerous gravity pulling us closer.

I feel her breath first.

Then her eyes flick down again, this time slower, lingering on my mouth long enough that my own breathing roughens.

Fuck.

She’s so close.

Close enough that I can feel the warmth of her body reaching mine in slow waves.

Close enough that my pulse starts pounding beneath my skin.

My hand stays against her face longer than necessary, my thumb dragging once beneath her jaw while my eyes drop helplessly to her mouth again.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I feel the arousal hit me physically, dragging hard through my body.

My jaw flexes slightly as blood rushes downward, my body reacting while my brain tries to shut it down.

And the worst part is knowing she notices.

Her breathing changes too and her body leans further in.

That nearly kills me.

I swallow hard as her lips part faintly.

Her nose grazes mine faintly and my hand slips from her jaw to the side of her neck, feeling her pulse flutter wildly beneath my palm.

Then our lips touch.

Barely.

But I feel the impact in my groin.

I want to deepen it. I want to pull her into me and forget where we are for a few selfish minutes.

My body strains with the urge, every nerve suddenly awake and starving.

But then she turns her face away first, like it physically hurts to do it.

“I should sleep,” she whispers.

“Yeah.” I close my eyes briefly and clear my throat, forcing my body to remember how to function again. “You should.”

I lower my chin slightly against the top of her head and close my eyes for what feels like the first time in days.

Footsteps explode behind her, loud enough to rip both of us apart instantly.

“Hey.” Atelia halts, breathless.

“Are you crying?” I narrow my eyes, fear almost undoing me until I see that she's also smiling.

“Blue’s awake.” She announces, throwing both arms in the air.

Everything inside me stops, then starts all at once.