Page 105 of Where the Wicked Reign

I flinched. “You saw me before tonight?”

“Sure did.”

“I don’t—that can’t be. I’m damned good.”

“Then you’ve met your match.” She winked. “Mio fratello.”

She was really pushing all my buttons tonight. In damned amazing ways.

The whole thing crashed into me in an overwhelming way and, the next thing I knew, I was pushing into her, then sliding my hand to her cheek, stroking the soft and warm skin back and forth as our gazes clashed, and I watched her emerald eyes swimming with the same intensity flowing through my veins.

“You’re not what I thought,” I uttered.

She smiled, her gaze burning smoking-hot, then she reached up and grasped my nape, guiding me down to her.

Her lips brushed against mine, a tentative and cautious nearly kiss on both our ends, until my building attraction tosomuch about her had me smashing through the last couple of barriers remaining, snagging her arms and essentially holding her to me as I deepened the whole fucking thing.

A little moan escaped her that just served to add fuel to the fire, and she responded, kissing me back and sinking into it wholly.

She tasted of sin and absolution all at the same time.

Sweet and fierce.

Putty in my hands right now, yet with the ability to kill a man in the most brutal ways imaginable.

Could there be better combinations than that?

Hell to the fucking no.

Not when it came to this.

And especially not when it came to this moment in time.

An unexpected perfect moment that neither of us had seen coming set against the backdrop of an imperfect and majorly fucked-up world around us.

It was a revelation.

Damnation.

Salvation.

A whole lot of things.

And right now I wanted to do what I rarely ever allowed myself to and savor every single one of them.

While holding her to me and growling with unadulterated desire and need, I released my right hand and fisted it in her silky hair, angling her and thrusting my tongue into her mouth, tasting, exploring, and damn near laying claim in the process. A little moan escaped her that sent a jolt straight to my dick and she hooked hers around mine, giving as good as she got and meeting my sensual, yet aggressive motions with a determination that set my blood ablaze.

An aggravating buzzing started to nag at me and it took me several moments to realize that it was my phone.

I had no illusions as to who it was.

There was no way I could ignore it.

Not under any circumstances.

It had me breaking the kiss and easing back with a groan.

“Sorry,” I uttered, pulling my phone out, then finding a couple of texts there.

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