Page 45 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

His lips. His eyebrows. The way his jaw is so strong, the muscle in his cheek that twitches when he’s mad. I don’t want to put makeup on him for a disguise.

I want to touch the surfaces of his face, memorizing them as I lean in for a kiss.

“Gia?”

I glance at his eyes. “What?”

“Why are you staring?”

I gulp.

I look up at him.

And when I meet his eyes, my heart slams into my ribs.

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SAL

I know Gia sees the lust in my eyes.

I can see the minute it hits her veins, flooding her system with adrenaline and hormones that make her full lips part and her eyes glaze over.

“Sal…”

I take a step forward and grab her by her elbows.

She’s too close to me.

I can see the individual eyelashes against her cheeks when her gaze flutters closed, and I can see the flecks of gold in her dark brown eyes.

She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.

“What, Gia?”

“You’re very close to me.”

She says it as she leans closer, her eyes looking down at my lips. I can practically feel her trembling under me, and the sensation punches even more arousal through me.

I nod. “You seem to be putting us closer.”

“I am?”

“Yes, Gia. You are.”

“Oh.”

Damn it. She leans in again, and she’s up on her tiptoes, her face tilted up toward mine.

She’s doing this on purpose.

I want to kiss her. I want to taste the little sigh she makes when I part her lips with my tongue, and I want to feel her as she gives in.

I want to tell her that she’s mine.

But this is not the place. “Gia. We can’t.”

“We… can’t?”