He didn’t grab the card, his eyes still focused on me with laser-sharp intensity. “Is this a booty call situation now?”
“It was always a booty call situation.” Griffin stopped by occasionally, as did my father and uncle. It would be impossible for me to explain Bosco’s presence without telling the truth. After everything Vanessa went through with Griffin, I wasn’t eager to repeat that. “Goodbye, Bosco.”
He took the card and put it in his front pocket. “Bye, Beautiful.” He moved to my side again, this time turning his face so he could give me a kiss. But he didn’t lean all the way in, just hovered inches away. His cologne wrapped around me like an envelope around a letter, and his icy blue eyes bore into mine with daring aggression. He didn’t make the last move, coaxing me into doing it.
When I didn’t kiss him back, he pulled away. “Thank you for the flowers.” He moved past me and grabbed the vase and set them in front of me. “They’re for you.” He turned away quickly, not caring about my reaction to the gesture.
I stared at his muscular back, remembering the way I’d dug my nails into his ripped muscles. I’d yanked him harder into me when I wasn’t getting enough, and he delivered. I’d already known the sex would be perfect based on our hot embrace in the alleyway, but he’d still exceeded my expectations.
I should keep up my guard and let him walk away, but I felt my body soften with regret as I watched him go. “Bosco.”
He stopped in front of the door but didn’t turn around. “Yes?”
My heels clacked against the floor as I approached him from behind. I stopped when my face was nearly pressed against his shoulder blades.
He turned around then, trying to fight the smile that was coming over his mouth. “I knew you weren’t gonna let me walk out of here.” While keeping his eyes on me, he locked the front door then dug his hand into my hair. He pressed his soft lips against mine and kissed me in front of the window, fisting my hair like it was reins and I was his horse. His other arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me into him, keeping me warm with his hot and hard body.
The second our mouths touched, I was lost to the passion and chemistry our bodies created. My hands moved to his shoulders, my favorite feature of his physique, and I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. I didn’t want to feel him slip from my fingertips, not when this felt so good.
He ended the embrace first, having the strength I lacked. That soft smile was on his lips, like he’d just won some kind of game. “I knew you didn’t hate me.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Not when you kiss me like that.”
I threw an extra log on the fire because the flames were starting to die down. It was freezing that night, so cold that my furnace couldn’t keep up with the constant cold. The wind had a stinging bite to it, and the second I was home, I knew I wasn’t going out again, not until the morning when I had to go to work.
I sat in the armchair in my living room and let the heat from the fire thaw out my toes. I wore thick wool socks, but that wasn’t enough for these freezing temperatures. It was one of the coldest winters Florence had ever had, and some people thought it would snow this season, even though it hardly ever snowed here.
My phone lit up with a text message from a number I didn’t recognize. But the message itself told me exactly who it was. Can I come in?
The hair on the back of my neck immediately stood on end. Just when I thought I was alone with the silence that wrapped around me, I realized I was wrong. Not only was he on my doorstep, but he somehow knew I was home. I’m surprised you even asked.
I don’t have to ask. The sound of the opening door reached my ears a second later. The knob was locked, along with the security bar at the top. But he managed to get through it without any issue.
I was in my sweatpants, a baggy sweater, and thick old-lady socks, but I didn’t have any time to prepare for the beautiful man entering my apartment. I shut the book I was reading and set it on the table beside me, next to the hot mug of tea I’d been sipping
His footsteps sounded in the kitchen, his heavy weight audible in every single step. He turned the corner, his eyes moving to me like he knew exactly where I was before he stepped inside the apartment.