face in his chest and take a deep breath.
“I’ve tried to be on my best behavior all night. But if you keep looking at me like that, I’m not sure I can be a gentleman.”
“Who says I want you to be a gentleman?”
“You deserve gentleness,” he replies. “You deserve a man who treats you like the queen you are.”
“Maybe that’s not what I need.”
That brings out the fire in his eyes. He looks like he’s close to taking a bite out of me as he leans closer.
“Tell me what you need then, my little devil. I’ll make sure you have it. And I’ll love giving it to you.”
“Gentle can be good.” I tap my bottom lip, loving how quickly his attention follows the motion. “But hard is better.”
He clenches his teeth, the motion making his jaw work in a way I find insanely hot. He flexes his fingers on top of the table. I imagine that hand between my thighs.
I want that. I want that right here and now.
“Let me kiss you, bella. I’m not sure I’ll survive if you don’t.”
At my shaky nod, his mouth is on mine like he can’t wait another second for a taste. If I had any doubts that taking a chance on him was worth it, they all go up in flames as his tongue slides against mine. He kisses like he does everything else, with singular intensity and focus. The hand that was on the table slides behind my ear, holding my head in places as he devours me with long suctioning pulls. Every lick, every tug, every bite sends a pulse straight between my legs.
And that, ladies and gentleman, is how a kiss can make you wet enough to start a flood.
His hand trails down my neck and when it drops to my thigh, I whimper into his mouth. He swallows the soft sound and hums in response, like he’s saying don’t worry, I’ll make it better.
He might as well have said open sesame because my thighs fall apart at the first touch. He curls just one finger and that’s all it takes to make me shudder.
A loud ring makes him jerk back. Just that quickly, I remember we’re in a public place. He looks like he’s just had the same thought because he smiles sheepishly and pats his suit pocket.
“I apologize. I thought I turned my phone off.”
“No, it’s okay. You should check and make sure it’s not important.”
Being on your phone is considered bad date etiquette but Vin has been giving me his complete attention all night.
With a rueful smile, he draws his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit. He stares at the screen for a second and then mutters something in Italian.
“I am so sorry. I actually have to take this.”
“Go ahead. I’ll ask for the check. Then we can get out of here.”
His eyes warm at my words before he leans over and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. Then he walks toward the back of the restaurant. He’s probably going to take the call in the bathroom to get away from all the noise in here.
He’s only gone a minute when the waitress comes by.
“How was everything? Do y’all need boxes?”
“Just the check, please.”
“You got it.” She glances over her shoulder as if looking for something. “Your friend is so nice. I couldn’t believe it when one of the other girls told me who he is.”
“Who he is?” I repeat slowly, trying to figure out what she means by that.
“I mean, he seems so normal.” She chatters on as she gathers up the plates from our desserts and stacks them on her tray.
“I can totally see the resemblance now, of course. I mean, duh! He kinda looks like his brother. Do you think he’d mind taking a picture? I want to send it to my sister. She’s the biggest Andre Lavin stan in the world. She won’t believe this!”
My mind is spinning as she keeps talking. Andre Lavin. Anyone who is breathing and knows how to use social media knows who he is. But I definitely know who he is because he’s all Mya can talk about lately. She’s been working around the clock trying to land his business.
This is a huge deal and not something I can ignore. If Vin had been just a random guy, having a hot affair with him wouldn’t be a big thing. He’s sweet and intense but he’s still a guy. Which means the chances of this