Page 23 of The Mafia's Desire

“How about a kiss instead?”

“That’s no…” she sputtered before his lips dropped onto hers.

He kept it nice and easy and didn’t give in to the searing male hunger that raced through his veins and made his cock harder than it had ever been. It was one of the most difficult things he had to do, but he wasn’t going to lose the bet already after just making it a minute ago. He wasn’t that pathetic.

There was enough light coming in through the sheer curtains that when he raised his head and saw the desire-filled blush on her face, he had to bite down on the inside of his mouth, hoping the pain would pull him back from fucking up and taking her. He could easily overcome her inhibitions because she was already feeling the effects of their kiss.

“Hey, Sara.”

She blinked a few times and tried to focus.

Damn, she was so fucking beautiful, and she was his.

“Sara, baby. Let’s get some rest. We have to stop because we’re racing toward the fucking you wanted to wait for.”

She nodded and swallowed. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare be sorry,” he said. He let his thumb graze over her tit and smiled when she jerked in reaction to realizing where his hand was.

He didn’t give her time for anything and turned her on her side with her back to his chest. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he murmured, “Good night, my Sara.”

Chapter Twelve

So many emotions and thoughts raced through her head. She loved it when he called her “my Sara.” It made her feel special. The feel of his warm body around hers made her feel safe for the first time in her life. It was the fact that she wanted to beg him to fuck her already that confused and pissed her off.

She hadn’t made it even an hour. All he had to do was kiss her, and she was lost. There was no way she would win the bet between them. No way in hell.

“Can we change the bet?” she asked.

“No. Go to sleep.”

Sara gritted her teeth at his smug tone. The rat knew he’d already won, dammit.

She decided to go to sleep and deal with it and him in the morning.

When she opened her eyes, the bed next to her was cold. She glanced at the clock and saw it was only six in the morning. She sat up and looked around. How long had he been gone?

Her attention jerked to the bedroom door when it opened, and her mouth went dry. Ethan was standing tall in just shorts and running shoes and with a fine sheen of sweat covering him.

“Good morning,” he said and closed the door.

“Good morning. Where have you been?”

“Working out. I try to do it every morning.”

That’s why he had so many muscles, and at the moment, every one of them was more pronounced because of the exercise.

He stalked over to the bed and crawled on the mattress to get to her. He pushed her onto her back and loomed over her on his hands and knees.

“What are you doing?” she asked. She reached up to push him away, but when her palms came into contact with his hot, sweaty skin, she froze.

“I’m getting my morning kiss.”

“Oh, is that a rule?”

“You better believe it.”

She flexed her fingertips and then glanced up at him.

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