A lost look—full of longing—was on her face and his body tightened in need. He gripped the steering-wheel tighter, needing something concrete to keep him focused.“Don’t,” Marco gritted out and her eyes flashed up at him in surprise. She turned to him, swimming through layers of sensation—the breeze through the open windows, the heat of him, the tingling of her skin. “Marco?” She didn’t understand; she just wanted him.“Dio Santo! Don’t look at me like that,” he said, eyes flickering between her and the road. “I am at the edge of my control, and unless you want me to pull over and take you right now, you won’t tease. There is only so much a man can take, Mina mia.”She wasn’t teasing. She wanted him badly—almost enough to agree to whatever impulse was riding him—but she heard the warning in his voice and knew enough to respect it.Marco drove too fast, the expensive engine responding to his every demand, and Mina couldn’t help but draw parallels to how he managed to wring such a response from everything he touched. She looked at him, his eyes glittering in the light from the dash, his jaw tight as he sped through town, and she ached to have that focus on her.When they reached the building, Marco pulled a fob out of his pocket and summoned an express elevator, unwilling to wait for the regular one.I guess I still won’t have had sex in an elevator, she thought a little wildly.“Not now,”
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