until the rich, intoxicating scent of tobacco and dark amber wrapped around her senses.

She wrenched his arm away from her face and whirled around.

There he stood in the shadows, his dark eyes burning with an unholy, raw hunger—the very man she had been dying to see all day.

"Giovanni..." she gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

"I'm here, cara," he rasped out.

Before she could utter another word, Giovanni cupped the back of her neck, pulled her flush against his body, and claimed her lips in a deep, fierce, and utterly ardent kiss.

The moment Giovanni’s lips merged with hers, all of Rosalia’s lingering anger dissolved instantly....