Page 20 of The Mobster's Angel

I pull back from her. I don’t want to let her go, but she’s too small for me to see her face standing this close, and I have to know what she means.

She swallows and continues. “I don’t need to know the gory details. I just… I don’t want to fall in love with you only to lose you.”

I shake my head. “You won’t lose me. I told you, I’ll only ever want you. I swear it on my life.”

“What if you get yourself killed? What if the cops come and take you away? Or you owe too much money to the wrong person and need to run, like the Rossi family?”

I’m trying to fight my smile because I can tell she’s quite serious, and laughing at her concerns would not help a single fucking bit. But her worries are pointless. No one is coming to kill me. As for the police? The ones that matter are in my pocket, and I run too clean an operation for the ones who don’t matter to ever suspect anything. And I never borrow money—I have no need for that.

“None of that will happen,” I assure her. “I’m telling you, there’s more chance of me dying in an avalanche in the middle of summer than of any of that happening. And I don’t intend to die in an avalanche. I’m dying as an old man, with fifty grandkids, happy in your bed.”

“You… you promise?”

I could swear it, but I’m a man of action. I pick her up and carry us both through to the bathroom, only putting her down after I’ve switched the shower on.

“Jack, I—”

I cut her off with my mouth on hers. I’m already pulling her housecoat down her shoulders. I intend to prove exactly how much I promise.

“I promise,” I tell her. “Now let me show you.”

CHAPTERTEN

Olivia

My housecoat liespooled at my feet. Item by item, Jack’s clothing joins it on the bathroom’s marble tiles as he strips, revealing a body broader and bigger than…

Well, anything I’ve fantasized about in my wildest dreams.

I suck in a breath at the sight of the perfect male specimen standing before me.

Last night, the bedroom was dark. The moonlight did no justice to the sculpted planes of muscle. Jack Bennett doesn’t just work out. He has to practicallyliveat the gym.

But his muscles aren’t what’s taken my breath away. No, that would be…

How on earth did I fit that inside of me?

And more importantly, how am I even still able to walk today?

The difference in our sizes has my heart racing. Never in my life have I felt so small, so tiny. So vulnerable.

I take a step back.

Jack instantly steps toward me, closing the distance between us.

As if reading my mind, he says, “Shh, it’s okay, angel. You’re safe here. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

And then his large hands grip my biceps, and he gently steers me backward into the shower. Our naked bodies press together beneath the shower’s spray as he wraps his arms around me.

It’s all so much. The hot water cascading down over us, his hard length trapped between our bodies. I wrap my hands around his neck even as his slide down to my ass, pulling me closer as he captures my mouth in a bruising kiss.

Some of the fears I voiced earlier about losing him are still there, even though his reassurances lessened them. I think that’s why I kiss him back as if I’m drowning and he’s air.

Because after last night, I suddenly understand that I can’t bear the thought of ever being with another man. Jack Bennett is it.

The one.

And he kisses me like he’s reached the same conclusion. Kisses me like he’s staking his claim. Like he’s making sure that I know that I’m his.

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