How had this scrap of a girl come to mean so much to him? She was who he wanted to be with tonight, here in the park. She was the one he wanted to pour his heart out to. Not Dom. Not his father. Not Livio. Her. Toni. He brushed the hair away from her neck and kissed the soft skin he’d revealed, drinking in her scent. She smelled like apricots and vanilla, a sweet medley he could almost taste on his tongue. She shivered in his arms, twisting in his lap as he licked and nipped at the creamy column of her neck, his mouth traveling to the base of her throat where he nuzzled her, then licked her skin and blew across the moisture he left behind. She gasped and giggled and tried to pull away, but he held her in place. “You can touch me,” she whispered. A thrill ran through him at the husky undertone in her voice. “Where?” he asked, his mouth going dry all at once. “Anywhere.” He couldn’t have been more surprised if she’d slapped him. What had happened to the girl who’d told him no the other night?
