Valentina POV
Upstairs, the door had barely shut before his jacket hit the floor. The room was dark, lit only by the city lights spilling through the large windows. I didn’t turn on the lamps. I reached for his shirt, my hands shaking as I yanked at his tie and fumbled the buttons. My breath came fast and shallow.
Renzo caught my wrists, gentle but firm, pinning them lightly against his chest. “Slow down, Valentina,” he murmured, his voice low and rough against my ear. His cedar cologne mixed with the warm scent of his skin, making my head spin. “I’ve waited too long to rush this.”
“I don’t want slow,” I whispered, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him anyway. Heat pooled low in my belly as his thumbs stroked the inside of my wrists.
He smiled against my throat, lips brushing my pu
