Adamo’s POV
Adamo stared into Sade’s eyes with such intensity that it scared her. Even with how chaotic and passionate her relationship with Marco had been, it had never been this intense. This was something else—something raw, something consuming.
“Tell you what, love,” Adamo murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Babe, go take a shower. Then put on one of my t-shirts—no underwear. I wanna give you a massage, help you relax. I wanna pamper you.” His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her thigh. “I’ll order breakfast. By the time it gets here, you’ll be feeling real good.”
Sade held his gaze, her breathing uneven.
Adamo didn’t wait for her answer. He leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss so deep, so searing, it stole the breath from her lungs. When he finally pulled back,
