Page 32 of His Little Spitfire

“Do you think you’ll be able to keep up?” With a challenge in my voice, my mouth curves into a smile.

Eliza stares at me in surprise and goes as far as touching my mouth to see if her eyes are playing tricks on her. Finally, she slowly nods. Her smile matches mine. “Worry about yourself, old man. I’ve got energy for days.”

She’d better be prepared to back up her words with proof. I’m going to need a lot of convincing.

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Streaks of daylight creep past the large glass door and pick the worst angle to aim at. Groaning in the back of my throat, I try to turn to block out the light, but the body curled up to my chest makes it impossible.

Cracking my eyes open, I stare at Eliza’s peaceful, sleeping expression. When her eyebrows aren’t knitted together, I’ve got to say, she’s not bad on the eyes.

Hell, who am I kidding? She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, be it while she’s pissed or not.

There are a few strands of dark hair caught on her eyelashes and cheek. Ever so carefully, I brush them out of the way.

Eliza Bertelli. Sounds too good to be true. This whole situation has gone from a terrible ordeal to something surreal, and I’m finding it hard to process.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion catching up to me. Sure, staying up all night with her didn’t help anyone, but I can’t help myself. Now that I’ve decided not to hold myself back anymore, and to be honest with how I feel, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself any time she’s within my reach.

Even now, listening to her sighs and watching her snuggle closer, her body covered by nothing but our blanket… I want to touch her. Even if she tested my endurance and completely wore me out, today is a new day.

She groans softly under her breath when I move. After moving her arm off of my stomach, she sighs as I roll her onto her back.

Despite her eyes remaining closed, a smile slowly forms on her lips as my mouth trails down her chest toward her stomach. “That tickles, you know?”

She’s so warm beneath the blanket, but her skin immediately prickles up as I uncover her.

In the daylight, she’s even prettier.

Are we even going to be able to leave our room? Hell, we should at least eat something to regain a little energy.

Trying to persuade myself into pulling away from the meal this woman offers between her thighs, I make it even harder for myself by breathing in her arousal. She doesn’t have to put effort behind making my mouth water.

Three heavy bangs on our door make me pause, and there’s only one person I know who’d want to disturb me during a time like this.

“Fucking hell…” Scowling, I start to lift as my door is being pushed open. I don’t have to look back to know who has the balls to enter my room.

Eliza immediately covers her breasts, glaring daggers at my brother. He and I are the same, not giving a damn about personal boundaries.

I don’t even have enough time to tell him to get the fuck out. No, Santino gets straight to the point.

“Meeting in ten minutes. Whole family needs to be there.” His nose scrunches as he tears his eyes away. “So, both of you get dressed. I want to get this over with.”

Even if it’s no longer the crack of dawn, he couldn’t have waited until dinner or lunch? Fucking hell. What time even is it?

This is payback, I bet. I interrupted him with Eliza’s sister, and now he’s returning the favor.

“Get out,” I growl.

“Ten minutes,” he repeats before leaving.

Sighing beneath me, Eliza moves to crawl away. Not even turning pink for another man, she saves her blush for me. She cradles my cheek, shyly kissing me before trying to abandon me on the bed.

Despite being on a time limit, there’s no way I can be satisfied with a brush. Instead, I grab her chin and kiss her again. All it takes is the invitational swipe of my tongue to make her melt.

When we part, her eyes look cloudy. “Can we get lost on the way there?”

If we could, I’d take her out to the garden and see how she looks with her back against the grass.

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