Page 26 of His Little Spitfire

This doesn’t feel like an invitation for an argument. No, she’s leading somewhere with this. While I might not have the slightest clue of where, I bite my tongue to avoid interrupting her.

Eliza moves to stand, happy to abandon both her book and her fruit. As she meets my gaze, she teases me with that pink tongue, carefully swiping it against her bottom lip.

“We can kill two birds with one stone and clean up together. I’ve seen your shower, so I know it can fit two. If not, then you’ll just have to wait until I’m finished.”

Not giving even a second to let her words settle, she’s turning on her heel, drifting away from the table.

She wants me to join her…?

I straighten in my seat, staring at her. My cock, it’s jumping in joy with what she’s suggesting. I’ll admit that I don’t understand women, so maybe I’m misunderstanding.

Just as she reaches the entrance, she pauses to look back at me. Her cheeks are pink.She’s blushing… for me.

The legs of my chair scrape harshly against the tile below as I move to stand. Completely forgetting all about my meal, about all the convincing I did to tell myself that I’m not a dog to this woman, I follow behind her like I’m in a trance.

She’s memorized the path to our room, not stopping once. Keeping ten feet between us, I’m walking faster, slowly cutting the space between us with each step. By the time she reaches the door, I’m right behind her.

I feel the entire shiver that rolls through her as I reach out to ghost my fingertips over her knuckles to be the one to open the door instead. As my excuse to touch her and move this along, I fight the craving to use my other hand to touch her as well.

I’d squeeze her hip, maybe drag up the hem of the dress up her stomach and tuck my hand between her thighs to see if she’s wet.

She has to be. Every time I touch her, her body confesses everything to me. She loves my touch, even if she doesn’t love me.

There’s that word again. Love. It’s bothering me more and more the longer I think about it. It’s like I want Eliza to love me.

Giving me her body willingly is one thing, but deep down, I want her to give me her heart, too.

I want the happiness Santino has. Hell, even Lazaro, my other brother has a wife. I want what they both have.

Instead of stepping inside immediately, she looks back at me. Up this close, her beauty is like another punch to the face. While thoughts of weakness try to slip in, the hunger I feel for her drowns it all out.

When my fingers find her face, she doesn’t flinch away. No, she leans into my touch. Her flushed cheek burns my palm and the unfamiliar thump in my chest is very telling.

This beauty coaxed me here for a reason. She either plans on distracting me to the point of killing me, or she wants me.

Tilting her chin up, I lift my gaze from her lips and linger on her eyes. If there was any murderous intent, I’d be able to see it. Many people have tried to kill me in the past, I’m familiar with it.

“Are you going to kiss me, or stare at me?” she asks, her voice low and sultry, just the way my cock loves it.

Fuck me. I’m walking into a grave. I must be. However, I can’t help myself.

Swooping down, my mouth is on hers. Opening up with no demand, her tongue meets mine and I swallow down the sigh rolling out of her. One that is full of relief, like she needs this kiss as much as I do, she melts against the door frame as I press her against it.

At this point, I’m ready to fuck her in the hallway. Any witnesses be damned.

Thankfully, the smell of death clinging to my body helps ground me from just doing that. I don’t want to ruin this perfect dress by rubbing myself against her. My cock is already digging into her thigh, and I can bet I’m leaking enough to soak through the layers of fabric containing my arousal.

Pulling away and leaving her panting, I jerk my chin in the direction of the bedroom.

Thankfully, she catches the hint. However, the sly smile that forms on her lips is going to haunt me. She looks so happy, so pleased with herself. She’s got me crazy for her, just the way she wants.

I bet she thinks she can order me around now. Hell, maybe she can. If she wants to test out her control, her first order better involve getting her off or else I’m going to go mad.

Entering the room behind her, I’ve got blinders on. All I can focus on is Eliza. Fuck everything else.

Just like that, I’m realizing that she’s got me hooked. Like cocaine to an addict, I need my fix.

I want this woman. I want my wife. No point in lying to myself anymore.

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