Thirst (The Calvettis of New York 1) - Page 82
“You look incredible.” He taps his bottom lip. “I bet you taste even better.”
Two women stop to gawk at him. He’s oblivious. His gaze is pinned to me.
“I’m going to shower and then let’s get a drink.” He cocks a dark brow. “Are you game for that?”
Since my master plan for tonight was working on a handbag, I opt-in with a nod of my head. “I’ll meet you back here in twenty minutes.”
“Fifteen.” He leans forward to give me a chaste kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
I wave my smartphone in the air. “I’ll call ahead and tell Zeke we’re on our way.”
“No Zeke,” he growls, his hand grabbing my hip. “I want you all to myself tonight.”
I want him all to myself tonight, and every night to come.
“No Zeke,” I repeat back with a brush of my tongue over my bottom lip. “Just you and me.”
The pad of his thumb follows the path of my tongue. “Perfect.”
Chapter 46
Rocco
I let her win.
I bought Dexie a glass of white wine at a bar down the street from our buildings, then I brought her back to my apartment, stripped her naked, fucked her raw and bathed her skin in soft kisses while she settled.
Once she was ready, I grabbed a deck of cards and a bag of pretzels.
We played a makeshift game of Texas hold’em on my bed.
I wore the black boxer briefs I have on now. She’s wearing a smile and one of my T-shirts.
“Look at all my pretzels.” She picks them up and tosses them on the white blanket we’re sitting on. “Tell me you at least tried to win.”
I lean back on one hand. “You want me to lie to you, Dexie?”
She blows out a breath between her lips. “Not lie. Call it role play.”
I huff out a laugh. “You won all those pretzels because I was so distracted by your smile.”
Her hand moves to cover her mouth. “My bottom teeth aren’t perfectly straight.”
They’re not. One overlaps another by a touch. It’s barely noticeable, but I’ve saved to memory everything about her.
“Your teeth are perfect.”
“Your teeth are perfect,” she volleys the words back to me. “You’re kind of perfect in every way.”
If that were true, my life would be much easier.
I pick up a pretzel and take a bite.
“You’re eating my winnings.” She slides to her knees to gather the pretzel sticks into a pile. “That’s going to cost you.”
I pick up two more and eat both slowly. “What’s the price I need to pay?”
Her hand slides over her hair. “Will you braid my hair?”
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