Chapter 24. Breakfast with the Mafia Boss

Valerie felt Antonio’s lips against hers, the kiss both demanding and soft. His hands moved to her waist, holding her still as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced her lower lip, seeking entrance, and when she parted her lips to allow him in, a low growl escaped his throat.

His hands traveled upward, skimming over the fabric of her gown until they cupped her breasts. The touch was electrifying, making her gasp against his mouth.

Suddenly, Antonio pulled away, breaking the kiss abruptly. A different look was in his eyes now, a fierce determination that made Valerie’s insides flutter.

“I won’t touch you until you’re ready,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “But I can’t promise I won’t kiss you.”

“Like I would let you again. This was a mistake,” Valerie said breathlessly.

“Was it?” Antonio’s eyes were darker than ever before. Valerie swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat.

“I think so,” she said, her voice weak.

“Prove it,” he challenged, hi