Rebecca woke up the next morning in Vincent bed with his arms strongly secured around her waist. She smiled thinking about the night before. It had been amazing and she didn't have even a little regret. She knew they were just killing time and she was okay with that.
She felt a small pang of hungry and decided to get up and make breakfast. She tried to wiggle out of Vincent's hold but it only tightened the more she moved. "Stay," Vincent said sleep still thick in his voice. Rebecca couldn't help but smile she liked that the big bad mafia man was a cuddler.
"I'm hungry, Vince," she said rolling over to face him.
"Me too," he winked at her and laughed when she blushed from him innuendo. He leaned in and kissed her lips before moving to her neck and provoking her into a repeat of the events from the night before.
Thirty minutes later they both finally agreed that they should get up. "You go shower. I will make breakfast," Vincent told her giving her a quick peck so that he didn't start anything again. Rebecca laughed as she got up and headed for her room. "I have a shower in my bathroom you know," Vincent said loudly for her to hear when he realized she was leaving his room.
"Yes but, my clothes are in my room," Rebecca smiled at him and finished her walk to her room. Vincent growled at this but, got up and threw his sweats on before making his way to the kitchen to start cooking.
Vincent was plating the food when he heard Rebecca coming out of her room. Grabbing the plates, he left the kitchen to meet her in the living room. "Why don't we watch a movie or something while we eat?" he said smiling her way and walking toward the couch.
Rebecca looked at him with wonder. Wondering what the hell had gotten into him. He didn't seem like the type of guy to eat in a living room his place was clean and she doubted he was ever truly relaxed enough to kick his feet up on his expensive looking coffee table and eat while watching a cheesy romantic comedy. "Sure," she shrugged and followed him to the couch. Sitting down, she took the plate he handed her and took a bite. Vincent looked at her with wide eyes when she moaned. "This is so good," she said going for a second bite.
"I'm glad you like it but could you maybe not do the moaning thing," he blurted before she could moan again. Rebecca looked at him and blushed. "It's just that I don't really have time to spend all day in bed and well the sound is slowly becoming my favorite," he added quickly so she wouldn't think he was being an ass. He watched her bite her lip before taking another bite and he groaned deep down.
Vincent turned his attention to the television in order to stop thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. The back-up men would be landing soon and the meeting with Enzo was later. He knew that he really couldn't take her back to bed as much as he wanted to.
Rebecca was trying her hardest not to look in Vincent's direction. He had put his sweat pants on before leaving his room but he had left his shirt off which she would have thought that he knew how much his bare chest turned her on with how much she ran her hands over it the night before. Shaking her head, she tried to pay attention to the movie he had put on and stop thinking about what it felt like to run her hands over his toned abs. Which just led her to remember what it felt like when he ran his hands all over her. She cleared her throat and adjusted herself on the couch causing Vincent to look in her direction.
"Are you finished?" Rebecca nodded and handed him her plate when he reached for it. She watched him take the plates to the kitchen and smiled a little when as she watched his bare back. She noticed the scratch marks and felt herself blush again. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Never in her whole life, has she blushed as much as she has since she met this man.
Vincent walked back out and noticed Rebecca was in deep thought. She was also rubbing her arms like she was cold. He did have the air conditioner set pretty low in here. He grabbed a blanket off the back of the chair as he made his way back to the couch. "Here," he handed her the blanket.
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Taking Her HomeRomance
| Highest rank #2 in Mafia | Currently Rewriting/Editing Feb. 2020 Rebecca was finally ready to start her life. She had just graduated from college, had a great job at the hospital in the city and a gorgeous apartment that was across the hall from h...