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“Thanks.” Fia perks up, unable to hide her charisma. “We’re here for quite some time; you’ll certainly see me again.” Slowly, she tucks her chin to defer from being caught red-handed.
“Still on for our run tomorrow?” I ask before opening the front door and ushering Fia forward.
“You bet. Iv said he’s joining too,” Duke answers.
“Great, I’ll make sure to bring my extra inhaler.”
“Har-Har.” Ivan’s deep mock floats from the couch on the other side of the room.
“Thanks for dinner, Sisi. My big bro is lucky to have you.”
As I pull the door shut, the hand I used to shut it latches immediately back to the spot above Fia’s ass.
“You know, if you just wanted us to stay home, we could’ve done that. It would’ve been nice to have spent longer than a little over an hour with my friend.”
Ignoring her fussing, I open the passenger side door of my SUV, before rounding the front and frantically planting myself in the driver’s seat.
With an agitated huff, I face her. “Trust me, leaving wasn’t in my plans, but that was before I tasted you, and I don’t know about you, but I didn’t want my dick to be the topic of discussion for the evening.”
Her eyes immediately widen as they trail down my body. My skin becomes hot beneath her gaze as she lands on my bolted erection.
Her stare remains pinned for longer than it usually would. By the time Fia finally breaks eye contact, the windows of my car vibrate from her throaty laugh. Her head falls back into the headrest, exposing her slender throat, and I’m unable to contain myself.
With a grip light and secure, I pin her neck under my palm. Curling my hand around her exposed flesh, I ask through clenched teeth, “You think my misery is funny?”
“Yes,” she responds without hesitation, breathless and beautiful.
Our eyes lock for a beat, my hand around her neck like a fucking necklace, and her heart pumping beneath it like a promise that could outlive me if I’m worthy.
“I don’t know how we got here, Sofia baby, but I know I’m going to have such a hard time giving you up.”
“Me t—” she croaks, then freezes before almost giving me a glimpse of what’s really happening inside her head. “Just get us home,” she spits.
The words I never thought I’d hear warm me from the inside as I remove my hand from her neck and put the car in drive.
Back home, the tone shifts. Once thick with tension becomes a needy, weeping string frail enough to snap.
“Did you have enough to eat?” I ask while following her into my kitchen.
“Yeah, I’m full,” she whispers, fiddling with her thumbnail as she leans against the island.
Slowly, I step in front of her, my eyes tracing her features. I don’t think anyone has ever held a candle to her. Fuck that, I know no one has. I’m so captivated by her, yet still so intrigued to figure out every little thing there is to know.
“Care for some dessert?”
“Do you mean something actually sweet, or just me again?”
I can’t stop my sly smile as it travels up my cheeks, dimming the mischief in my eyes.
“I mean something actually sweet, but my sweet tooth is never satisfied, so I may want seconds.”
Her smile gleams as her head reluctantly shakes at my unserious, yet very serious, comment. “I’d be up for a little sweet treat.”
At the fridge, I open the freezer, plucking around for the glass carton of homemade maple vanilla ice cream I made last night. Placing it on the counter, I fish for one bowl and two spoons, wanting every excuse to share with her.
“Ice cream okay?”
Over my shoulder, I find her in her same spot, her gaze warm as I prepare dessert.
