at the top of his zipper and then began dancing her fingers up the woven steel again. She lifted her green gaze to his and it was all he could do not to groan aloud.
“I want to be that intimate with you.”
His Grace. She wasn’t shy. The more those mesmerizing fingers caressed him through his jeans, the more his heart felt as if a hand was squeezing it tightly. Hot blood pounded through his cock. Hunger for her burned through him at her confession. Discipline was the only thing he had that could save them.
“Grace, more than anything, I want you. Right now. This minute. But the doctor said no, so it’s no.”
“What would it hurt if you helped me figure out how to please you, Vittorio? It isn’t like I’m going to be really great at this. You’ll have to give me step-by-step instructions.”
Her green gaze clung to his and a slow smile only added to the seduction in her eyes. “It’s not like I can YouTube on how to do it without my phone.”
She was beautiful. His. “I don’t deserve you, il mia bellissima gattina. You are fast becoming vita mia. I don’t know what will happen if you decide you can’t live with me.”
Her lashes lowered, and she shook her head. Very slowly, with obvious reluctance, she removed her hand. The lashes lifted so he was looking into her unwavering green eyes. “I’m not going to pretend it will always be easy, but I can’t imagine not being with you.” She made a little face at him. “It is a little annoying to be told no when I really, really want something.”
Relief was a fast current, running through him like a river. “What is it you want, gattina?” Her gaze began to shift, and he caught her chin. “Keep looking at me when you tell me, Grace. It pleases me to hear you say what you want, whether it’s sexual in nature or not. When you look at me while you tell me, the pleasure is so much more.”
“I wanted to taste your cock. To have it in my mouth.” There was no hesitation. Her chin went up and her eyes sparkled like twin gems, the hunger in them making him want to push the denim from his hips and give her anything she wanted. “I want to give you pleasure.”
“That’s exactly what I want at this very moment as well, Grace.” He ran the pad of his thumb over her lips. “A few more days, then we’ll both be satisfied.”
He sank into the chair next to her, much more gingerly than he would have ordinarily. Wanting Grace wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. He stretched his legs out in front of him to ease the ache in his cock. “There is a tracking program on your phone, Grace. We’re putting it in your apartment.”
She was horrified. “No, Vittorio. You should have asked me. I need it back for work. You can’t just decide to—” She broke off, her hand to her mouth as realization clearly dawned that he would be arbitrarily making some decisions based on what he felt was right for her safety or health. He’d warned her many times. Living with him wasn’t going to be easy.
He waited in silence.
She turned her head to stare out over the colorful flowers to the lake just beyond the garden and beach. “My notes for the upcoming event as well as several others were in my phone.”
“I’m well aware of that,” Vittorio said.
Grace twisted back toward him so fast, a small cry escaped and he saw her wince. He caught her arm to steady her.
“Don’t, Grace. You’re going to hurt your shoulder for no reason.”
“You copied it for me, didn’t you?”
“As well as your contacts. I had to be careful. I sent everything to my computer geniuses to make certain I wasn’t giving you anything that could infect a new phone.” He pulled the phone from his pocket and handed it to her. “It’s set up for you and all your contacts and notes are right where they were in your old phone.”
“I’m sorry. I should have trusted that you would have done that.”
“Why? Trust isn’t given overnight, Grace, and I don’t expect you to just blindly give it to me. The notes were important. I didn’t find the tracking program. I’m not an expert in technology, but I have cousins who are. I took your phone to them, so they could get the photographs off your