There would be no going back. Marco saw all of that in her face before he even reached her.
"I'm not even going to ask if you're sure," he said. "Because after that stunt tonight, girl…" His voice dropped lower. "You are fucked."
Valentina's breath caught. When he finally reached her, he caught her at the waist and lifted her onto the bed so she stood above him, the mattress sinking slightly under her feet. It changed the angle between them, put her higher, gave her just enough height to look down at him while he stood close between her knees.
Marco tilted his head back and saw the mischievous glint in her eyes like she had been waiting for this version of him.
Expecting it, craving it. Like some wild part of her had called his name and was pleased to find he had answered.
