Dangerous Flames (Mafia Hearts) by Wendy Ely

cloth fabric of her pants hit the floor. He crossed his arms
over his chest and stared at a crack on the wall to fight the
evilness of the temptation that started at his erection and boiled
through his blood stream.
    He
wanted to sneak a peek at her to see if she looked as amazing as she
did in his fantasies but couldn’t bring himself to actually
turn around. If Mikolas gave in, he’d find himself pushing her
up against the cracked bathroom wall with her naked legs wrapped
around his waist.
    Screw
not looking. One quick glance wouldn’t hurt either of them as
long as nobody found out. He turned slightly toward her, but she
remained out of his line of view, even when he strained to see her.
He turned an inch more just in time to see her shove a socked-foot
into the leg of her jeans. His gaze moved up her bare leg until it
reached her hip decorated with the thin strap of her thong. She
turned slightly, showing the round curves of her bare ass.
    His
heart raced as she pulled the pants up her legs and kept her eyes on
the task of zipping her jeans, her long dark locks of hair fell
forward to block her view of him as if he was meant to take this
moment to admire her beauty. After all, depending on the night’s
events, he may not ever get the chance after they end their time
together. They might not have anything in the future but they had
right now with nobody to stop them.
    Her
being clothed did nothing to push away the desire that had built so
rapidly in him. He needed to stay far away from her. The more
distance between them, the better off he would be in the long run. He
could resist nearly anything in the world but not Gabrielle Medini.
She was his weakness and had been for far too long.
    Once
her pants were zipped, she turned toward him, giving him a full view
of the contours of her breasts through the thin shirt she still wore.
His dick hardened in his pants as he watched her nipples press like
two little pebbles against the fabric. Probably from the cold, but he
wished that she was just as aroused as him. He’d love to slip
his hands under her t-shirt to cup her breasts, slide his finger over
the nipple and make her yearn for more of him. He wanted to make her
want him so bad that there would be no way she’d deny him. Only
beg him to do more. Right here. Right now.
    As
if she had a magnetic pull to him, he took a step toward her as she
grabbed the sweatshirt from her bag, snapping her attention to him.
She locked her gaze to his. Her cheeks flushed while time seemed to
have stood still.
    “ I
thought you…” Her voice barely came out in a whispered,
making him move even closer. “You didn’t want to see me
get undressed.” Her cheeks flushed as she pinched her lips
together, lips that he’d give anything to kiss.
    Heat
crept over his cheeks and his erection pressed even harder against
the zipper of his slacks. Damn it, he knew he wouldn’t be able
to resist her if he’d take the smallest glimpse of her
undressed. Now he had and couldn’t wait another moment to touch
her.
    He
ran his hand through his hair. “I never said I didn’t
want to.”
    Tears
welled in her dark brown eyes and one fell onto her freckled cheek.
“Mik,” she whispered.
    “ Why
are you crying?” He walked over to her even though he knew he
shouldn’t and wiped the tears from her skin.
    He
wished he could re-do the events of the night. First off, he wouldn’t
do or say anything to make her doubt his feelings for her. He’d
make it clear. Fuck it. He loved her, but now she thought she
disgusted him.
    She
held the sweatshirt down at her side as she wiped the tears away with
her other hand. “I’m tired.”
    He
reached out to pull her into his arms partly to soothe her pain but
who the hell was he kidding? He wanted to feel her breasts against
his chest. “That’s not the only thing. Tell me, please,”
he said softly.
    She
allowed him to hold her for only a minute. That moment of heaven was
broken when she pulled away from his