“Porca puttana,” Tino whispered next to her.
She opened her eyes and noticed Tino’s gaze on her chest, following her hand like it was really interesting. Maybe it was actually hot on the train, because she could see the sweat on Tino’s forehead now. She was oddly fascinated with the way he looked under the flicker of lights. The beads of sweat on his forehead made him extra sexy and masculine, like the way he looked after he’d been dancing, almost too beautiful to be real. Tanned skin. Dark eyes. The line of his collarbone showing under his zipped-up jacket, because he wasn’t wearing a shirt under there.
Then one drop of sweat ran down from Tino’s temple to the curve of his neck, and it was Nova’s fault, because she had been watching them do it, with tongues brushing and fingers touching and hips moving. It sort of crossed the wires in her brain.
She leaned over and licked at the line of Tino’s throat like that girl on Nova’s lap was doing to him. Tasting the sweat. Feeling his skin against her tongue, and it felt really good.
It tasted really good.
Except Tino clearly wasn’t expecting it, and he sucked in one hard breath in response. His entire body stiffened, tense, powerful, strong, making Brianna want to touch him everywhere.
She jerked back instead.
Her face was on fire from the embarrassment.
She’d just licked Tino.
And she wanted to do it again.
“Madonn’.” Tino shifted in his seat like she did. Then he looked from Carina, who was still playing with Bobby’s hair, to Nova, who was still putting very dirty thoughts in Brianna’s head. “This is bad.”
“Is this what you wanted to do with those girls?” she asked, back to watching Nova, because really, how could she not?
In the light, if she squinted, she could imagine it was Tino.
Both brothers had the same short, inky hair. The same dark gaze. The same strong, muscular builds, even if Nova was a bit thicker. He would never be as agile as Tino, but it wasn’t that hard to imagine Nova had Tino’s more sensual bedroom eyes and fuller lips, looking less angry and more like one of those beautiful, cut men in the magazines.
Tino was better looking than Nova.
At least Brianna thought he was. Others would disagree, but Nova had never been her type. He looked like Carina. Like their father.
Tino looked like someone else.
A beautiful someone else, with soulful eyes that made her feel like Tino could see right through her. She absolutely did not want Tino to do what Nova was doing right now with those pretty, exotic girls he’d left back at the warehouse.
But she still needed to know.
“Is that why you took it?” she pressed. “You wanted to do this? With them?” Then, because she felt so hot and the lights in the subway car were flickering and distracting her and the sweat was making her hair stick to the back of her neck, she added, “Not me.”
“I wanna do it with you.” Tino’s gaze had fallen back to her hand on her chest, and the letters emblazoned there by him, marking her private property. “I think about it all the time. Every time. I pretend it’s you. Makes it easier. Nicer. Makes me play better.”
She frowned at him. “What?”
“Wrong crowd.” He said it like he was reminding himself. “Way wrong crowd.”
The train pulled to a stop, and Tino shook his head. The he reached down and grabbed her hand, his thick fingers intertwining with her smaller ones. It wasn’t an inappropriate touch, but the way he stared at her hand, as if shocked at how good it felt in his, made Brianna think very inappropriate things.
That was most definitely Nova’s fault.
Brianna was pretty sure Tino’s brother just ruined her forever.
Tino pulled her out of the seat, and she followed, breathless, hot, sweaty, knowing she was drugged and not caring as much as she should.
They were on the platform before Tino stopped and pulled his backpack higher on his shoulder. Then he turned around and shouted, “Moretti! Andiamo!”
Carina and Nova jerked on instinct, because it was clear neither of them noticed the train had stopped. That was all it took to get everyone off the train, because when Morettis moved, others followed.
Brianna stared down at her hand in Tino’s, realizing she was the exact same, following him God knew where. She looked at the sign, seeing they were still in Harlem.
“Where are we going?”
“Our old apartment. We need to land somewhere. Fast.”
“Why?”
Tino just stood there, holding her hand, looking at the fluorescent lights hanging overhead, and whispered, “’Cause I’m rolling my ass off.”