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“Send me your schedule now,” he demanded. “I’ll book my pilot right away. This is far from over.”

A stupid grin spread on my face and schoolgirl giddiness filled me.

Much later in life, I’d blame it on my naïveté and romantic ideals. But for right now, I beamed like the sun.

Chapter15

Autumn

We sat in Alessio’s McLaren, parked one street over from my parents’. It was almost ten at night and I worried maybe my parents were still awake. I couldn’t get enough of him, so like a horny teenager I straddled his hips, the wheel at my back.

“One more kiss,” I begged.

He let out a rough breath, watching me lazily. But he appeased me, his hand gripping the back of my neck and pressing my mouth to his. “You’re going to ruin me.”

I smiled against his lips. “Ditto,” I murmured, grinding against him. The friction between our bodies was so heightened, all we needed was a match to ignite it. “Now kiss me.”

I ran my hands up his chest, over his neck and into his thick hair, tangling my fingers into his hair. My nails scraped against his scalp.

Grabbing my hips, he pulled me closer and his hard erection pressed against my hot entrance.

We both groaned. I met his eyes, the steady pools of metal. And then he kissed me. Lazy and slow. Slipped his tongue into my mouth and pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. His kiss was so deep and consuming, it made my head spin.

His hand at my nape tightened and the hazy rush of lust pooled in my lower stomach. I moaned into his mouth. He ended the kiss too soon.

“Fuck.” His voice was rough, hoarse, like he was on the brink of control. HIs hands moved everywhere - down my spine, up my hips, over my breasts. “We’ll end up fucking in the car if we stay here,” he rasped, nipping at my earlobe. “I’ll walk you in.”

I chewed on my bottom lip. I wanted to prolong our time together and eventually my parents would catch on to who I was seeing. But I had to talk to them about the Corsican mafia and this supposed connection we had to them.

I sighed. I wasn’t ready for it. “You can’t avoid it forever,” he noted softly, wrapping my strand around his finger.

It didn’t surprise me that he read me so well.

“You don’t have to walk me to the door,” I murmured, brushing my lips.

“I’m not letting you walk alone in the dark,” he grumbled.

Pushing away from him, I tugged my dress down. He helped me adjust my dress, his touch soft. Then he opened the door, helping me step out of his car. He followed right behind me.

Taking my hand into his, like we’ve done this thousands of times, our fingers interlocked and we walked down the street in silence.

We stopped ten feet away from my parents’ white picket fence.

“You saved my number?” he demanded to know.

“I have.” I lifted on my tiptoes and reached for his mouth. “You better have mine saved too. With little sexy symbols next to my name.”

His laugh rumbled and made me smile. “Sexy symbols next to your name. Duly noted.”

One more kiss.

Then I rushed inside with a last glance over my shoulder. He stood in the same spot, his hands tucked into his pockets, watching me. I waved my hand.

“Autumn.” My mother’s voice startled me and I whipped around to find my mother watching me. “Who are you waving at?”

“Nobody.”

“You and Branka have a good time?” she asked as she shut the door behind us.