Naiya laughed. “We had sex yesterday, twice the day before, and three times on Sunday. I hardly feel neglected.”
“But I do.” He leaned down, brushed his lips over hers. “Shaggy can go with Tank, and I can take you home and do all the things I’ve imagined doing to you all day.” He placed her hand over the bulge in his jeans, and she rubbed her palm over the ridge of his erection.
“Someone’s been a naughty boy,” she murmured. “How could you work when you were thinking about sex all day?”
“I’m a man.”
“Yes, you are,” she murmured. “All man and all mine.”
“And you’re mine. My sweet, beautiful geeky girl.”
Read on for an excerpt from the next book by
SARAH CASTILLE
NICO
A Mafia Romance (Ruin & Revenge #1)
Coming soon from St. Martin’s Paperbacks
“You think I won’t hurt you because you’re a woman?” Nico tugged his weapon from its holster and held it under Mia’s chin, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I don’t give a damn about tradition, bella. All I care about is making sure justice is done.”
“Holy shit. Oh god. Mia!” Jules sucked in a deep breath and Mia cut her off before she screamed.
“I’ll be fine, Jules. He’s not going to shoot me in a public place with family all around. But you go. Let Dante know we’re here.” She didn’t drop her gaze from Nico’s, didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of seeing her scared because, dammit, she hadn’t done anything wrong. And she wasn’t going to be intimidated by anyone ever again.
“You underestimate me,” he said softly as Jules’ footsteps faded away.
“And you misjudge me.” She palmed her knife and slowly moved her hand to his groin. “I suggest you lower that gun or you won’t be passing on the tradition of shoving your gun in the face of a woman to any Toscani sons.” She jerked her hand upward, just enough so he could feel the blade.
For the briefest of seconds, surprise flickered across his face, but it was so fast she wondered if she’d seen it. His jaw tightened, and he growled. “Drop the knife.”
“Drop the gun.”
He held her gaze for another heartbeat and lowered the weapon. “You are your father’s daughter.”
“If I didn’t hate him so much, I’d take that as a compliment.” Mia hiked up her skirt to tuck the knife away and Nico hissed in a breath.
She looked up, her body heating at the raw desire in his eyes. “You like women with knives?” She slid the knife into its sheath and looked down as she straightened her dress to hide the flush in her cheeks.
“There’s nothing as sexy as a woman with a weapon.” He gave her a slow, sensual smile.
Mia snorted a laugh. “I think sex was the last thing on your mind when I had my knife between your legs.”
The deep rumble of Nico’s voice vibrated through her body. “Sex was all I was thinking about.”
Electricity crackled between them, sparking the connection she’d felt the first time they met. “Are you trying to hit on me at a funeral after pulling a gun on me?”
Nico slid a hand around her waist and pulled her against him, his body hot and hard against hers. “I don’t try. I do. And when there’s something I want, I take it.”
For some curious reason, the intensity of his desire scared her more than his gun. Nico Toscani had clawed his way to the top, eliminating every obstacle in his way through a combination of brute force, fierce intelligence and ruthless determination. He missed nothing, and from the way the corners of his mouth lifted in a half smile, it was clear he hadn’t missed the way her body heated at his touch.
“Too bad for you I’m not available,” she said.
With his free hand he fisted her hair, tugging her head back, holding her firm as he studied her face. He had beautiful eyes, dark and deep with a hint of gold. His heated scrutiny made her blood simmer and pool low in her stomach.
“You got a man?”
“A man” in mafia speak meant a made man, someone who had jumped through the hoops to be inducted into a crime family. If she were attached to a made man—either as a wife, mistress or girlfriend—then he couldn’t touch her without causing the equivalent of a civil war between crime families. It would be considered the ultimate in disrespect.
Mia suspected Nico wasn’t the kind of man who would care if he started a war to get something he wanted. And right now, with the evidence of his desire pressed tight against her belly, she was pretty damn sure he wanted her.
“I don’t have a man. I’m my own boss, and unless you want me to pull out my knife again, you’ll let go of my hair.”