Page 76 of Sicilian Sunset

I pull away from her, and it’s harder than anything I’ve done in a long time. The scent of her arousal lingers in the air. The taste of her sweet lips is still on my tongue.

My appetite is wetted to have more of her... to have all of her.

Patience, I remind myself,patience.

I need her to trust me, and she won’t if I take her like an animal in a public place with the threat of discovery at any moment. Not that anybody would dare walk in on us, but Ella doesn’t know that.

She slides off the table, her skirt falling back into place. I bend down to pick up her panties and stuff them in my pocket. They’ll come in handy later.

I watch her as she adjusts her bra, then her top. God, I can’t wait to get her naked. My fingers itch to touch her again.

She’s embarrassed, unable to look at me, and fidgeting with her clothing. I reach for and draw her closer. My hands go to her face, lifting it to mine and kissing her slowly. The way she melts into my arms fuels the raging inferno inside me.

I can’t get enough of her.

Reluctantly, I break away from my sweet angel and smile at her. She beams back at me, and I wish I could take her home with me tonight.

But I can’t. After I drop her off, we’ll pay a visit to Molinaro. One of his guys leaked his whereabouts, and it’s high time I had a chat with the weasel—one he is unlikely to walk away from.

I take Ella’s hand and guide her to the elevator. When we get to the waiting cars, I toss her the keys. Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

“You’re really letting me drive your car?” She jumps in excitement.

“I let you drive more than just my car,” I tease her, and she blushes on cue.

God, I love putting this color on her cheeks.

I hold the door open for her, and she slides in. She starts the car the second my ass lands in the seat. She revs the engine a few times with an infectious laugh. In front, Santino’s SUV pulls out, and Ella follows, getting the hang of the gears and clutch. When she does, she’s like a pro who’s driven nothing else.

She’s eager to floor it. She taps the steering wheel impatiently.

“Can I overtake them?”

The hopeful expression on her face makes me laugh out loud. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“I can hold my own.”

“Then go for it,” I tell her, curious to see what speed she’ll hit.

Without needing another invitation, she pushes down on the accelerator, swerves out to the other lane, and without trouble overtakes Santino. I wave to him as she flies past.

With little effort, she puts distance between us and the other cars. They follow hot on our tails. Not surprisingly, my phone rings seconds later, Santino swearing on the other end.

“Si calmi! Chill out,” I tell him. “Non è un problema.” After a short while, she’s cornering better than I do, anticipating her apexes to perfection. The smile on her face is huge, and sheer excitement beams off her. It pleases me more than I thought possible.

“It’s too heavy in the front,” Ella says with a slight frown on her face.

“I’ve had this car fitted with long-range tanks. We’re on the front reserve tank,” I explain.

“Why do you need long-range tanks?”

“I don’t like putting fuel in it,” I smirk. Of course, that’s not the reason, but Ella doesn’t need to know that. I’ll shield her from my business as long as possible.

“Haha. As if you would fuel up yourself.”

“True.” I laugh. “I have people for it.”

“Is there a way to lighten the front?”

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