“Good to know.” She bumped her shoulder into mine. “So, your mom hates me. What now?”
“Now we go back to my place, if you want to,” I said. “We get into pajamas, put on a movie, and forget it ever happened?”
“Sounds good to me.” Addy grinned, then glanced down at the lights reflected on the smooth surface of the water. “I’m sorry she doesn’t like me. I know it’s going to make things hard on you.”
“Hey.” I turned and caught her chin between my fingers, waiting until she looked up into my eyes. “It’s not your fault, Pasticcino. You did great. I’ve never seen my mother like that before, but you held your own and kept your ground. I admire you for it.”
She smiled and tilted her head back a little farther. When her lips parted, I dropped my gaze to them before dragging it back up to hers. Leaning down, I brushed my lips against hers in the slightest whisper of a kiss.
Her eyelids fluttered closed, and a soft sound escaped her. “Let’s go get in those pajamas. I’ve done enough todaying for today.”
The drive back to my house was spent in comfortable silence. My hand lay in hers on her leg, and her head rested back against the leather seat.
“I just realized I don’t have any pajamas to change into,” she said when we finally walked into my kitchen.
Walking up to her until we were so close that our chests brushed together, I looped my fingers together at the nape of her neck. I lowered my head to hers and brushed my lips against her ear to whisper, “There are things I can think of that we can do that don’t require pajamas. If you’re interested.”
Chapter 28
Addy
My breath caught in my lungs as Marco brought his strong fingers to my neck and waited until I met his eyes. They were dark with lust, and the sides of his mouth pulled up into a slow smile. “What do you say?”
“I say that sounds like an excellent idea,” I mumbled. Being this close to Marco was as intoxicating as always, despite what I’d recently learned about the kind of person he’d come from.
Feeling his lips on mine and his body against mine was like magic. It filtered out all the bad, unpleasant things that had happened tonight and refocused my attention on the only thing that really mattered.
Us.
“Thank God,” he growled as he dropped his hands to grip my hips and licked the shell of my ear. “You still want me.”
“Was that ever in question?” I moaned, melting into him. “Nothing could ever make me not want you.”
He walked us backward until I could feel the hard, cold wall pressed up against my back. One of his hands wound around my waist, his fingers flexing on my hip. Then his mouth crashed down onto mine in a kiss that made my thoughts scatter and my veins catch fire.
This—us—was all that had ever mattered to me. Not just the sex but just being with him. Aldo, Elena, and even Marco himself had gotten into my head with the warnings about his mother, but it seemed like he wasn’t about to submit to her wishes after all.
His hands skimmed up my side from my hip to my shoulder. He slid his fingers over the strap of my dress and toyed with it.
Marco’s touch did things to me nothing else could. From the way he was reacting to our fervent kisses, I was willing to bet he felt the same way. When we were together like this, it felt like nothing could come between us.
When he broke the kiss, heat blazed in his golden-brown eyes. His voice was rough and commanding as he ordered me to turn around. I obeyed. I wanted to do everything he wanted from me, so long as he didn’t want to stop doing exactly what we were doing.
Marco and I had some things to work out. There was no denying that what had happened this evening had changed things. Through no fault of our own, our budding relationship had been catapulted to a new level. One where we would have to fight for what we wanted if what we wanted was each other.
But I didn’t want to think about that right now. I didn’t want to wonder about the future or whether his mother would ever accept us. I just wanted to lose myself in the pleasure of being with him. Especially if it could be the last time. There was no telling what the morning would bring—if he would relent under the pressure his mother would surely place on him.
Stuffing all my thoughts about work and doubts into a lockbox inside my head, I focused only on the sound of him undoing my zipper. My insides clenched with anticipation, and my back arched. The movement made my breasts push against the cool brick. My nipples hardened against the cold surface, making me moan my appreciation.
I wanted him so damn badly, every part of him. The feel of his hard body pressed against my back, the smell of his masculine, expensive scent enveloping me.
His hands lightly caressed my shoulders as he slid the straps of my dress off them, causing the fabric to slide down and pool at my waist, pinned between us by his hips. Fingers dropping and trailing lower until they skimmed my panties under the dress, he hooked them into the elastic and stepped back to pull the material free.
My underwear and dress fell to my feet, and I kicked it away, sending my low-slung heels after the clothes. His fingers dug into my flesh as he explored every bare inch of my skin. My lower back, my belly, my hipbones, my ass, my thighs. His touches were light and teasing.
They drove me to the brink of insanity.
Needing to encourage him, I arched my back again, but this time, I pushed my ass into his crotch. He whipped me around to
