Page 54 of My Mafia Queen

He quietly nods and studies my face.

“You?” he murmurs.

“Never. You were right.”

He peers at the road and then at me again.

“Can you tell me more about your life?” he asks quietly, reaching behind his seat.

“Do you need something?” I ask.

He brings his hand back and smiles.

“No. Not really… I’m doing it out of habit,” he says, resting his elbow on the doorframe and closing this fist around the steering wheel.

“Were you looking for your cigarettes?”

“No.” He breathes a chuckle. “I quit smoking.”

“Old habits die hard,” I say, shifting in my seat and looking for his jacket. “May I?” I ask, moving my gaze to him.

Our eyes meet. He reads mine before nodding his approval. I lean back and search his pockets.

My hand goes over his holstered gun before moving inside his jacket.

I find the pack of cigarettes and retrieve one.

“Do you want me to light it?” I ask.

He looks at me with a cocked eyebrow, entertained.

“Do you smoke?”

“No.”

He tilts his chin toward me.

“Go ahead.”

“Do you have a lighter?”

“Yes.”

He reaches inside his pocket and pulls the lighter out before handing it to me. The metal is warm from his touch when I flick it open, slide the cigarette between my lips, and run the flame over the tip.

His stare is glued to my face, and the car slows down as he watches me. There is something so sexual in lighting a cigarette for him, and I’m aware of it, although it’s not my intention to get him hard.

He looks at my mouth as smoke flows from between my lips. I pinch the cigarette between my thumb and my index finger and offer it to him.

He seems fascinated with my fingers as much as he is fascinated with my lips.

Without taking it from me, he leans closer and tilts his head while I slide the cigarette between his lips.

My touch lingers as he takes a drag.

A moment later, I remove the cigarette from his mouth while he blows the smoke out before taking it from me.

My eyes stall on his face, my genuine admiration for him registering with him.

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