“I never pegged you for a man who just watches from the shadows.”
“I’m not.” I shake my head.
“Then why are you doing that?”
“Because she's a good girl and doesn't need any shit.I fucked up when I got my chance.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Stay away and you allow the likes of Jacques Belmont to take your girl.” He smirks, casting me a skeptical look, but it’s that comment about Jacques that has my undivided attention.
I'm meeting the prick later at Massimo's insistence.I'm really not looking forward to it and definitely not now that Aiden's practically confirmed that Jacques’ interest in Candace isn't a new thing.
“What do you know about them?”
“Enough.”
"Fuck."
He laughs. “Dominic D’Agostino, I leave that one to you.If I were you though I wouldn't just allow another man to take a woman I want.He'd be dead before he could try.I mean that."
He cracks his knuckles and I look at his prison tattoos.As I observe the tattoo of the church with three cupolas on the back of his wrist that suggests he has at least three convictions, I believe him.
I return my focus to Candace.She’s about to take those last few steps before going into the revolving glass doors.I allow my gaze to drift over her perfect body, and memories of that night we spent together fill my mind.
I can’t stop the images that come to me, not with her in that dress and those fuck-me heels.And when I think of fucking, I remember her beautiful naked body tangled in silk sheets.Her gorgeous breasts like mountainous peaks, her nipples ripe and tight with arousal as I sucked them.
I remember her moans of ecstasy through the night.
I couldn’t get enough of her and the only thing that took her from me was the dawn of the new day.
“Life’s too short, Dominic," Aiden says when Candace goes through the doors."You don’t look at a woman like that and allow her to sleep in another man’s bed.”
I have to agree with him.
I don’t want her in another man’s bed.I want her in mine.