Page 58 of His to Claim

With a wave to my sisters-in-law, I pull Damon outside and then frown, realizing we have to ride with Miceli. Dammit, I wish I had my car.

“Are we going back to your place?” he asks huskily, drawing me into his arms and nuzzling my ear.

“We sure are,” I say. “Miceli, let’s go!”

I want to get out of here now, not sit around while Miceli politics for the next hour.

My brother looks up from his conversation with one of the Caparelli’s and I snap my fingers at him.

“Sorry, I think my sister is in a hurry,” he says with a chuckle.

“Yes, I am!”

“Okay, okay. I’m coming,” he responds easily.

Damon nibbles on my earlobe and I nearly melt in his arms when he says, “And you will be coming very shortly, too, my love.”

Gah.I can’t freaking wait to get this man in my bed. After all we’ve just been through, I’m ready to celebrate life and start ours together. We have so much to discuss and plan, but that can wait. First things first—and that means getting naked between the sheets. Or, wherever…

We have an entire apartment to christen.

The naughty thought makes a tingle shoot down throughout my body and explode in my core.

Miceli and Alessia get into the Range Rover a moment later and he looks at me in the rear view mirror, a smirk on his face. “What seems to be the rush?” he asks cheekily.

I toss him a glare and Alessia looks over at her husband and shakes her head. “Stop being a mean big brother and teasing your little sister,” she declares. “You remember quite clearly what it was like right after we married.”

“What it’s still like,” he growls, and they lace their fingers together.

“I swear to God, Miceli, if you don’t start driving, we are getting out of this car and hopping on the nearest form of transportation I see. A bus, an Uber, the subway, a freaking bike!”

Everyone laughs and Damon pulls me close, tucking me up under his arm. “Patience, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We’ll be home before you know it. And then we’re going to lock the door and not answer the phone for the next few days.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say, snuggling up against his warm side.

The ride to my place seems to take longer than usual, but it’s only because I’m champing at the bit to rip Damon’s clothes off and have my way with him. It’s been too long and my need for him has become a physical ache.

Finally, my building comes into view and, as Miceli pulls up to the curb, I’m already opening my door.

“Christ, Lottie, let me at least stop the car before you jump out,” Miceli growls.

“You’re too slow,” I complain, my feet hitting the pavement. “Okay, bye!”

I slam the door shut and hear my brother and Alessia’s muffled laughter from inside. Damon meets me on the curb and, after a quick wave, I pull him with me toward the door.

“You seem to be in quite the hurry, Miss Rossi,” he teases.

I whip the door open and send him a look that means business. “Get in, get upstairs and get your clothes off, Mr. Archer.”

A laugh bursts from his throat and then he gives me a sharp salute. As he strides past me and into the lobby, I slap his ass.

“Good God, woman, I have a feeling I’m about to be manhandled.”

I slap a hand against the elevator’s button.

“That’s right,” I whisper, turning to face him. “And I hope you’ll return the favor.”

“Oh, you know I will,” he murmurs, pulling me close. Our mouths crash together in a kiss for the ages. All hot, wet and full of steamy promises.

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