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Smiling over at her, Jacob caught the corner of Carla’s lip between her teeth.

“I taste good too,” he teased.

“I don’t doubt it.”

They laughed, Carla sultrily, and Jacob boasting an edgy chuckle.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“I did. How about yourself?”

“I did.”

“Could’ve been better though, right?”

He winked over at her. “Decisamente.”Definitely.

Her smile became a strong smirk as she attempted to turn her focus to the road. One minute later, that futile battle was lost as her head had a mind of its own, her eyes stroking back over him.

Jacob’s mere presence was a commanding one. His physique was tight, muscular, and hard. Even his biceps pushed through the black wool trench coat he wore, and she was comforted that he decided on jeans and Timberland boots yet again.

“You know we’re kind of dressed alike.”

Jacob drove into a bistro lot and parked, meeting up with Carla’s appraisal as he swept an eye over her again.

“I thought the same when you opened the door. What are you, psychic or something?” he teased.

“Me? What about you? I paced through my closet and randomly picked something out.”

Jacob chuckled. “I don’t believe you. You have powers. Admit it.”

Carla scoffed. “The audacity to blame it on the woman.”

Jacob’s laugh stretched his sexy mouth, and for a split second, Carla lost her train of thought, distracted by his ebony gleam.

She blinked back to reality. “What is so funny?”

He reached and slipped his large hand into hers, lifting the back of her hand to his mouth for a kiss.

The warmth of his soft lips spreading over Carla’s skin made her body buzz.

Shit.

If this was what being around him would amount to, Carla was in trouble. A naughty thought crossed her mind. Actually, Jacob was the one in trouble.

“You don’t have to explain. I don’t think you’re psychic. I’m just yanking your chain.” He paused, a thick eyebrow lifting. “Unless you are.”

She drew her hand from him and swatted. “Whatever!” Then reached for the door to escape him.

“Whoa,bellissima.” Jacob held his hand out, and Carla paused.

“What?”

He sucked off his teeth, then exited the Bentley quickly, making his way around to her side. Opening the door, Jacob held his hand out, and Carla accepted it as he pulled her into the heat of his chest.

“You never get out of my vehicle without my assistance.” His tongue swept over his top teeth. “You got me?”

Carla smirked. “I got you.”