“Sexy. Gritty. Passionate. Intense. Gian is going to rock your world.”
“I really liked this book. Clubs, Mobsters, drive-bys oh my!”
I wanted to spend the night getting lost in this woman. I wanted to kiss her. Taste her. Adore her. I wanted to put the past and the future in a sealed box and pretend it didn’t exist for a few hours.
I should walk out this door right now, but the longer I looked at her, the more my logic crumbled. I leaned forward, my lips only a whisper away from hers. My brain cells scrambled.
I smelled a hint of jasmine. I saw the tiny gold flecks in her otherwise dark irises. I counted the sprinkle of freckles on her nose. She had seven. It was my new favorite number.
Fuck Tony. He could wait.
“Evie,” I groaned, unable to resist any longer. She was the forbidden fruit, and I needed another taste of her brand of sin. I let my lips glide across hers. Once. Twice. Her eyes drifted closed, and a faint hum slipped through her full lips.
“Gian, what the hell are we doing?”
“I don’t know.” And I didn’t. This was madness.