He observed Inéz carefully. "I heard you got the job." He grinned. "I wish I could have been there to see the performance. From what I got it was splendid."
Inéz rolled her eyes at the words. "Well, unfortunately, you will probably have the occasion to see it. Besides, you could have told me that I would have to audition in front of all those people tonight. I thought he would just tell me to come back the next day or something," she snarled.
"I suspected it might be the case. However, judging by the way you are dressed, I can see why Conte was intrigued to test you on the spot. It’s not like you look the part, cara.”
But thank God you danced it.
That’s what the man wanted to add, his eyes roaming all over the girl’s body. Which annoyed her even more. Grabbing a pillow from the chair she threw it at him, but without luck since the Capo was a trained person who caught it immediately. He smirked, standing up.
Her stomach began to plummet seeing the confidence with which the man closed the space between them. And if there was any indication of how bad of a time it was for Inéz to make any sort of good decisions, she climbed on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his, quickly leaning into a heated kiss.
CHAPTER 17
She took a step back when she realized what she’d done. It shouldn’t have happened. Her lack of better judgment was not welcome right now. It had been a long day for Inéz and one that made her do every stupid thing possible. She shouldn’t add to that pile another one. But with the way Noah looked at her, with desire and lust, she wasn’t sure how responsible she would be able to be.
He knew that. He had known that the girl wanted him ever since they met for the first time. It had been clear as day. And something that he saw in almost every woman he’d ever met. Looking at his body there was no denying that he was a dream come true for most of them. Perfectly shaped abs, muscled arms and back, covered in scars and burns that only increased his appeal. The perfect image of a bad boy and a dangerous mobster. Noah was known for taking whatever he could get. And he got a lot.
The smirk pulled up on his lips, seeing as Inéz desperately tried to keep the distance between them and was miserably failing at hiding her true feelings along the way.
"You’re a crook," he whispered. "You want me and it terrifies you," he continued. "And you’re ashamed you could ever want someone like me, aren’t you?"
He dropped his gaze and his nose touched hers. They were so close to each other that it wouldn’t take much for their lips to touch. She closed her eyes, taking one deep breath. It seemed almost impossible to focus on being mad at the man right now, as she rightfully should. But currently, she couldn’t even remember what she was angry about. His mouth was right in front of her and her mind couldn’t stop trying to cope with the idea of closing the space between them.
"You want me," he said softly, which was a surprise itself. His voice usually reminded her of dark rooms and broken bones. But not this time. It was something brighter, almost gentle. His hands moved up her back and rested on her arms. "And it’s killing you, isn’t it, cara?"
Noah began guiding her back towards the bed and met no resistance. He picked herup and sat her down on the frame, dress riding up her thighs. A deep breath escaped her lips as he squeezed lightly. His mouth found hers once again, claiming it for a kiss.
"It’s a bad idea," she breathed out between the kisses.
"I have more than one of those up my sleeve," he answered, reaching for the dress and pulling over her head. She was left in the white suit she’d danced in.
Noah’s eyes immediately travelled towards her garment. He hadn’t been in the nightclub so this was the first time seeing her dressed like this. His expression momentarily changed. It was darker, more mysterious. That alone sent spikes of pleasure through Inéz’s body.
"Fuck, now I wish I’d seen you dancing," he whispered, lips sliding down to her throat, leaving wet kisses all over it.
She’d had her fair share of experiences with boys, but nothing compared to what she felt in that moment. Maybe it was because of her long-overdue attraction towards Noah, or maybe the few sips of alcohol she had earlier still resided in her, but she wanted him. Just like he said.
"Noah," she said with a trembling voice. Her brain knew exactly what she was supposed to say, but her lips were failing her. Goosebumps covered her skin in anticipation. The man pressed their bodies close as she wrapped her legs around his torso. She could feel how aroused he was.
A moan echoed, drawing him even closer to her. "I have half a mind to call Nicodemo and order him to slaughter Gastone like the pig that he is," he said, pulling away slightly to look at Inéz. Her expression darkened as she bit down on her lip. Noah took a strand of her hair in-between his fingers and brushed it back, leaving his hand on the back of her head. "Would you like that? To be done before it even started? Just so that I don’t go berserk on that fucking man thinking about the way he looks at you."
Inéz shivered, remembering the Capodecina’sgaze. It was a disgusting sight that she wished to avoid all-together. Her mind flashed
