Rosa’s eyes widened in shock as she watched her mafia ex-husband approach, his gaze still hooded with sleep…and something darker, something wanting. He was dressed casually now—a black polo and beige pants—but even like this, he exuded danger.
He stopped beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her close in a possessive embrace. He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her cheek, then his gaze fell on the deep purplish-red mark he’d left there last night. His thumb brushed over it, and a slow, dark satisfaction washed through him.
Leaning closer, he murmured in that low, husky voice that always made her pulse quicken, “Baby… you left the bed without wishing me good morning, hmm?”
Rosa almost rolled her eyes at the shocking pretense of affection. She tried to pull away, b
