His gaze dropped, sharpened on the hand on her ass.
Ah. A miscalculation. She didn’t want the nice man to get blood on his shirt. “I’m really sorry.” She gently disengaged Richard’s hands from her ass. “My boyfriend is coming.” She directed his attention to the bar. “My friend, Jules, is single, though, and looking to hook up with someone tonight. She’s over by the bar—pink streak in her hair. And thanks for the dance.”
Before he could respond, she pushed him gently in Jules’s direction and turned just as the sea of dancers parted, waved aside by two burly bouncers who had appeared out of nowhere. Nico stepped into the space only just barely cleared by her new friend.
“Che cazzo fai—what the fuck are you doing?”
She lifted an eyebrow at the strong words. Did he even realize he was speaking Italian or how sexy swear words could sound in the language of love? “Dancing.”
“Not anymore.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, claiming her with his body. His hips moved to the XAmbassadors’s “Unsteady,” so smooth they were one with the beat, and she felt the thrum of desire between her thighs.
“Maybe I wanted to finish my evening with Richard.” She circled her arms around his neck. “He was very nice.”
Nico snorted. “You’d eat him alive.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” she said, indignant. Why couldn’t she have a nice guy like Richard? They could see movies, go for walks in the park, build a house with a white picket fence, have babies …
Because she belonged to the Mafia, and they would never let her go.
“I know everything I need to know about you,” he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing over her sensitive skin. “I know you’re going to be wherever danger is at. I know you aren’t afraid to take risks or you wouldn’t be in my casino. I know a man like that would bore you to tears.”
She shivered, drinking in his deep, rich voice. Her panties were wet with her desire, and she was damn sure Richard, with his zombie dancing and baggy chinos, hadn’t turned on the tap. Not a drip.
Their gazes met, his eyes so dark they were almost black. Mia sucked in a deep breath, desperate for air. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol in her blood, the heavy beat of the music, the darkness around them, or the fact it felt like they were alone despite the sea of people, but she felt awake when she was with Nico, alive in a way she hadn’t been since Danny died. It was a heady, addicting feeling and the more she had, the more she wanted.
“I actually came about your security system.”
“Bullshit.” He thrust a thick thigh between her legs. “You came to see me.”
“I can’t access the system without you, so yes, I came to see you.”
They were no longer dancing, but their bodies were still moving, grinding, his hand on her ass, his lips in her ear. “You want me. I can feel your wetness against my thigh, the heat of your body. I can smell your arousal, bella.”
She did want him. And from the press of his erection against her hips, he wanted her, too. Why play games? She was bold in business, why couldn’t she bold with her personal life, too? “What are you going to do about it?”
“Dio mio, you test a man to the limits.” He fisted her hair, tugged her head back. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. Tonight I’m going to fuck you like the bad girl you are. You’re gonna learn who you belong to. Your voice is going to be hoarse from screaming your pleasure. And when we’re done, you’re gonna beg me for more.”
Mia tried to rein in the runaway lust train that was on a crash course to tear off his clothes in the middle of the bar. Nico was different tonight. Wild. Raw. Uncontained.
“I wanted to tell you your password isn’t secure.” She drew in a ragged breath, struggling against her own desire. “It should really have a mix of upper and lower case letters, some symbols and numbers.”
“Fuck the password.” He nuzzled her hair, ran a possessive hand over the curve of her hip. “Someone breaks into my system, they steal from me. They steal from me, they die.”
“So, I’ll just reset it to Mr. Mob Boss, then, shall I?”
His hand slipped under her dress to run up the inside of her thigh. “You keep talking business, and I’ll find something else for that smart mouth to do.”
She moaned softly and his eyes blazed with sensual heat. “That’s right, bella. Tell me how bad you want me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
“You seem to get off bossing me around. I didn’t appreciate what you did at my office.”