Page 16 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

There’s motion next to us, and I grab the back of his neck with my hand, pressing him into me more.

I roll my hips against his, and he tilts his lips against my ear.

And he growls.

The noise makes my entire body vibrate. I want Sal to do it again.

But I want him to be much, much less clothed when he does.

The two people leave the room next to us, and I can feel them watching us for just a minute. In Italian, the man mutters, “Get a fucking room.”

Sal doesn’t respond, except to brush his lips over my ear.

We listen as their footsteps move back out toward the pulsing music. When I’m sure they’re gone, I stand stock-still.

Sal hasn’t moved.

But neither have I.

His hand is still at my waist. His nose is still inches from mine.

All it would take for us to kiss is for one of us to lean in.

Just one of us has to move approximately one half of an inch.

And we’ll be kissing.

I can feel Sal breathing. I’m terrified to open my eyes and see what he’s doing.

“We should go.”

The words are like a bullet. They shatter the tension between us. Sal moves back, but I swear I feel his fingers linger on my waist.

“We should go,” he confirms.

When he leaves, I take a deep breath before I follow.

I feel… rattled.

I never feel like this.

Salvatore De Luca, it seems, just has that kind of effect on me. I wanted to lean in to kiss him so badly.

But he didn’t lean in either.

* * *

The plane ride to Amsterdam is… awkward.

There’s no other way to describe it.

We’re on the plane, and the plane is moving, but mentally, I’m completely preoccupied with the fact that Sal is so close to me. My mind keeps going back to the dark hallway.

To Sal’s lips skating against the side of my neck.

To the feel of his heart pounding under my hand.

Sal and I have definitely recognized that we’re attracted to each other. That’s always been true.

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