Page 24 of Bound to the Crime Lord

I threw my bag onto the floor and stormed over to where he stood. I grabbed the fork from his hand and pointed it right at him.

The man had the nerve to smile. “Someone is a little testy tonight.”

“That was my cake, you asshole!”

His eyes moved from the fork down to the cake on the counter and then up to meet my gaze. He repeated that motion a few times before his smile widened.

“Oh, my mistake.” He grabbed the fork from my hand and went to take another piece of cake. I reached for the fork again, but this time he grabbed my wrist and pulled me flush against his chest. “How does the saying go again? Sharing is caring?”

I let out a low breath of hot hair that fanned his bare chest. The heat of his body rolled off of him in waves, hitting the surface of my skin gently. I could feel the steady beating of his heart against my breasts. His tattoo sleeve was on full display. I had only ever seen the first half when he had his sleeves rolled up.

The design was intricate and beautiful. I never quite cared for tattoos, but on his body, they were magnificent. Everything about this man was sweet temptation.

Fuck me, I want him. It was the first time I was openly admitting it to myself. I wanted him the way a starved man wanted food. But I knew that one bite of him would mean catastrophe for my life.

“See something you like,amor?” He dipped his head low and traced the tip of his nose against my jawline. He breathed hot air against my skin, awakening a side of me that I would have far rather preferred still laid dormant.

I blinked, trying to will the strength and repulsion to come to me again.

Manuel withdrew from my neck to stare into my eyes. The brown in his eyes was like a dark, smooth whiskey. I could clearly make out the lust and the desire that swam in his pupils.

Oh…

The thoughts I was having of this man were anything but clean. I shook my head trying to get those heinous things out of my mind.

I lifted my chin. “I see something very ugly right now.”

Mature.

“Why must you lie to yourself,amor?” he breathed. “I bet if I were to put my hand inside your scrubs, I’d find you soaked for me.”

“More like bone dry.”

Something sparked in his eyes at my words. “Care to prove me wrong?”

He released his hand from my wrist and placed it on my hips. The skin underneath his touch heated from the contact even though he wasn’t touching me directly. Jolts of electricity surged throughout my entire system, sending everything into overdrive.

He inched his hand over my waistband, his skin finally making contact with me. I jumped from him like he had burned me with fire.

“Don't touch me, Manuel.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Forgive me,amor.”

“Apologynotaccepted. You ate my cake.” I looked at the almost gone chocolate cake. “I had been looking forward to that all day.”

“Next time, you should label your food. How was I supposed to know that it was a special-occasion cake?”

“It would have simply been polite to just ask, first.”

He raised his eyebrows. “In what world would polite ever be used when it came to me,amor?”

He was right, but still, it was the principle of things.

“Just don’t take my stuff anymore, Manuel. I was looking forward to eating that.”

“And I’m looking forward to eating you.”

The words poured out of his mouth with such ease that they threw me for a loop.

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