Feeling bold, I raise my chin. "I do."
"They're very dirty," he says, dragging the last word as if it's a warning.
My breathing suddenly goes fast. The words come out of me before I can even think about it. "I like dirty."
Giovanni freezes for a second before a slow grin curls up on his lips. He's so freaking handsome, it hurts to look at him. My god. "I don't know if you can handle it."
"Try me."
For a few beats, he seems to ponder it. And when I think he's going to backtrack, he lowers his face to my ear, his lips catching the shell of it and making me gasp. In a low, dark, and deep voice, he tells me all the sinful things he wants to do to me.
