Page 51 of Cassio (Belles & Mobsters 3)

“I guess you are going to miss my torture session,” Luca chuckled.

She strode towards us, pulling on a sweatshirt over her head. “Unfortunately. Enjoy it though.”

Her step faltered next to me, and I took her wrist into mine. “You have a second?”

She tilted her head and nodded. I wished she swooned a bit more. Typically, when I didn’t want it, I got it over the top. Now when I wanted it, my woman was acting all reasonable and cool.

“Can I come too?” Luca interjected and I shot him a glare.

“Just get started with your miles,” I said. “I’ll catch up.”

“Sure you will, old man,” he spat back, flipping me the bird.

Áine chuckled. “Let me guess. Brothers?”

I grinned, pulling her along through the door. “I’m the better brother.”

“I’m sure,” she teased.

The second we were out of Luca’s sight and earshot, I turned her around and pressed her back against the wall. A soft gasp escaped her but the next second her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer.

“You disappeared on me,” I said, searching her eyes for any hint of regret, worry of what we had done. There was none.

“Sorry I snuck out,” she apologized, her face inching closer to mine. “I was going to search you out but then some stuff came up for work. I flew out just for the day and came back well past midnight.”

Pressing my body against her, her breathing hitched slightly and her eyes darkened into deep blue oceans. It was addictive to watch desire linger in her eyes. The irritation that burned hot over the last day finally dissipated.

I pressed my hips against her belly, giving her a taste of what she did to me. She slightly parted her legs, a soft moan slipping through her lips. I inhaled her scent deep into my lungs. I’d need it until she was mine. I grazed my lips over her soft neck, trailing kisses along it.

“I’m all sweaty from the workout,” she rasped, tilting her neck to the side to allow me better access. So responsive.

I trailed my tongue from the sensitive spot on her neck and up to her chin, stopping close to her mouth. “You taste and smell delicious.”

Grazing my lips against hers, she parted her mouth. Her lips were so soft and warm, they’d melt the ice. I wanted to keep her. To hell with all my plans and schemes.

“Hunter?” she murmured against my lips, her voice soft.

“Hmmm.”

“Do you live in New York?” I watched her for a few intense seconds before nodding. She chewed on her bottom lip, as if she was nervous.

“Say what’s on your mind, Áine,” I said.

“I live in New York too,” she murmured. “If you want to get together or-”

One thing was certain. Áine Evans wasn’t the sit and wait type of girl. I loved it.

“Give me your cell number.” She recited it, and I immediately put it into my phone. “I’m sending you a text so you have my number.”

She leaned into me, pressing a kiss against my cheek. “I have something going on with my Mom and stepdad next week, but other than that, my calendar is open. Unless something urgent comes up with work. I’ll text you in a few days,” she suggested with hope.

“You better.” Her soft lips fit perfectly against mine. Her tongue hot and wet, her small sighs feeding my lungs.

She didn’t know it, but I would be seeing her a lot sooner than she thought.

ChapterEighteen

CASSIO

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