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And it’s not just lust shining in her eyes.
Something tender flashes within them, and it makes my breath catch. We’re standing still, but my heart feels like it’s soaring.
It’s not just me. She feels something too.
She moves first, bringing her hand to my chest.
I back her against the counter, my arms caging her in on both sides. She shoots a look over my shoulder but doesn’t tell me to stop.
Her fingertips trace a light path over my abdomen and then drift lower.
I’m already hard. It doesn’t take much with her.
She cups my erection.
I swallow down a groan.
Why the fuck is she leaving for two whole days?
And how much trouble would I be in if I crash every single one of Garzolo’s cars to keep her here?
“I wanted to make you come,” she whispers. “I’ve never made a man come before.”
I press my lips just below her ear. “Trust me, you did.”
She shivers when she realizes what I mean. “When?”
“Last night after I got back to my room,” I growl, “and every fucking night since I arrived here. Do you know what it’s like watching your tight little ass prance around me? Or smelling your scent in the air whenever I leave my room?” I roll my hips against her. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
She gasps and slips her hand inside my jeans.
The moment her palm wraps around my cock, I nearly keel over. When she pumps it up and down, I feel like I’ve made it into heaven.
We’re in the kitchen, where anyone can walk in on us, and I’m losing my mind over a hand job.
A door closes loudly in the distance, and we break apart.
Fucking fuck.
This is torture.
She’s breathing hard as she watches me adjust myself, her eyes glazed over and hungry. Just knowing that I’d find a whole lot of wet if I reached inside her panties right now makes my pre-cum leak out.
She backs away slowly, her gaze locked with mine. “I don’t know what I’m doing. But I don’t want to stop.”
I must be losing my mind, because although I’ve just spent all morning convincing myself what a bad idea this is, I still say, “Me neither.”
“Gemma!” her mother calls out from a few rooms down. “We’re leaving!”
“I have to go,” she says. As she moves past me, our fingers twine together for a split second, and then she’s gone.
CHAPTER21
RAS
I keepmyself busy over the two days by spending some time hanging around Garzolo’s crew. They don’t say anything to signal they’re aware of the trouble brewing with the Feds, but that’s not surprising, since they must know better than to talk about anything important around me.
My next meeting with Orrin is far more productive. He managed to confirm what Gemma told me about Garzolo at his poker game. The Feds are preparing a RICO indictment for Garzolo and a few other high-up members of his clan. They’re all looking at doing decades or life.
