His smile broadened. “And we can do anything you like.”
The emphasis sent a shiver down her spine. Already her body had a few suggestions, mostly involving peeling those well-cut clothes off Vasco’s ripped and tanned physique.
What was it about this guy that set her on fire? Maybe him being Nicky’s father had something to do with it. There was already a bond between them, forged in blood, a connection with him that went far beyond their brief acquaintance.
“When you look out the window tomorrow and see the sunrise, you’ll know you’ve come home.” Vasco’s voice startled her out of her thoughts. He looked at her, heavy lidded, over a sparkling glass of white wine.
“I’m not at all sure I’ll be awake at sunrise.”
“I could come rouse you.” His eyes glittered.
“No thanks!” She said it too fast, and a little too loud. She needed to keep this man out of her bedroom.
Which might be a very serious challenge.