"Yes," I breathed, unable to keep the eagerness from my voice.
The walk back through the hotel was a blur, and all I could think about was what would happen once we reached her room. The anticipation was delicious, the nervousness exhilarating.
Finally, we arrived at her door. Her room was simple but tastefully decorated, the walls painted a rich gray, and the curtains pulled back to reveal a stunning city view.
The mafia chef moved to turn on the light, but I stayed her with a hand on her shoulder. "No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to see you."
She didn't move or speak, so I leaned in, closing the distance between us. My lips brushed against hers, the kiss light but electric. A jolt of pure desire shot through me.
She kissed back, her mouth yielding to mine, the warmth of her tongue sending heat racing through my veins. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only this kiss—this moment.
