He grinned and stroked her chin with his thumb, seeming happy that she was happy. “I called in a reservation.

Tonight, everything else is gone, okay? It’s just you and me on the old Appian Way.”

“That sounds like song lyrics.”

Jai frowned, his eyes teasing as he took her by the elbow and led her inside. “What kind of music do you listen to?”

“Folksy, Legionnairey stuff.”

He chuckled but couldn’t respond because the maître d’ appeared. He asked something in Italian and to Ari’s utter shock, Jai conversed with him. In Italian.

She didn’t say a word as they were led inside the restaurant’s rustic, dark interior. It had Tudor windows and low, vaulted ceilings with thick, dark beams. A grand fireplace served as the room’s focal point.

The restaurant smelled amazing. Her stomach agreed.

The maître d’ led them past the other diners to a private corner table, and all the while Ari wondered about Jai’s surprising language skills and whether a maître d’ was called such in Italy, considering the word was French. Hmm.

Once they were seated with menus and water, Ari arched an eyebrow at Jai. He lowered the glass he was about to sip from. “What?”

“Italian? You speak Italian?”

He nodded, appearing bemused. “I speak Italian.”

“Do you speak any other languages I should know about?”

“French, German, Spanish, and Arabic. Some Farsi. A little Chinese and some Japanese, but not fluent. Oh, and a little Russian.”

Ari’s mouth fell open with unladylike shock. “How did I not know I was dating a linguistic genius?”

“I’m not a genius.”

“You’re a genius.” She shrugged teasingly. “I wish I’d known this before we started dating. I don’t know if I can handle being with someone who thinks he’s smarter than me.”

“Wait a minute—a minute ago I was a genius. Now I only think I’m smarter than you?”

She smiled and shrugged again. “You speak one, two … nine languages … you’re a genius and I bet you think you’re smarter than me.”

Jai chuckled and sipped his water.

“I think I’m just smart enough for you.”

Ari pouted a little. “I only speak English.”

“And you speak it well, baby.”

For that he got a kick under the table. He grunted and smiled into his water. He looked happy. Ari felt a warm glow in her belly and smiled softly at him, memorizing every single feature, every long, dark eyelash. Suddenly she felt awful for having acted like such a petulant ass these last few weeks. “I really am sorry for blowing up at you.”

“It’s okay,” he assured her, his expression tender.

“You just …” She flushed and glanced around at the busy restaurant. Couples were deep in conversation and Ari could hear a number of languages among them.

“I just what?”

When she turned back to him, he was frowning. She smiled a little shyly. “You make me a little crazy. I mean, I probably shouldn’t tell you this but you occupy a large portion of my daily thoughts.” She laughed, feeling completely dorky. “It’s a little obsessive.”

Thankfully, Jai didn’t go running for the hills at her confession. Instead, he returned her shy smile and nodded.

“I know what you mean. You make me a little crazy too.” He shook his head as if in disbelief. “A year ago, all I cared about was the job. Being the best. It dominated my life. I wanted to be the best Ginnaye out there and I wanted to prove myself to Luca. Now, all I think about is you. How to make you happy. How to keep you safe. Sometimes I get it wrong,” he laughed ruefully. Ari chuckled.

“Clearly, I get it wrong. But I wanted you to know that this craziness … we’re in it together.”

“Together,” she murmured, her whole body tingling with emotion. She dipped her chin and glanced up at him from under her eyelashes. “Will together include any naked together time?”

Jai quickly masked his surprise at the question and flashed her a wicked smile. “Why, Miss Johnson, I do believe you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Um … yeah, only since we met.”

“I have a very strong will.”

“Your will sucks.”

“Well,” he sighed dramatically, making her giggle at this playful side of him she so loved. “I’m feeling kind of weak tonight.”

Her heart stopped as his meaning took hold of her. “Really?” she whispered, hoarsely, already planning on skipping the meal to get to the dessert.

As if he’d read her mind, he gave her an admonishing look. “Dinner first. Dessert later. Sometimes anticipation is a good thing.”

“Oh my God, you’re killing me,” she breathed, but before he could reply, the waiter returned.

Ari had no idea how they managed to make it through the meal with their light banter back and forth, but they did …

When they stepped out of the Peripatos back into the dark of their home, Ari turned to look at Jai. He turned to gaze at her, and the air around them became pressure against her body. The searing expression in Jai’s eyes locked her in place, and she found her breathing grow shallow, her skin prickling in anticipation of his touch. Focusing on the energy in the house, Ari sent little feelers out and discovered they were completely alone.

“Trey’s not home,” she told him, her voice raspy with too much feeling and expectation.

Jai didn’t say a word. One minute there was a few feet between their bodies, the next she was caught in his hold as he collided with her, his arm catching her around the waist, his other hand around the back of her neck in preparation for his kiss.

What a kiss.

Ari sighed into it, melting against him, her hands kneading the muscles in his lower back as he deepened the kiss.

Usually Jai started out slow when they were making out and as soon as it hit that heated sexual place, he’d pull back. This time, he went straight for the heated sexual place. He pressed her toward the stairs and Ari stumbled.

They parted, their mouths brushing one another’s as she panted, “Let’s go to your room.”

Jai nodded, his eyes lidded with want as he gazed down at her. He reached for her mouth again and then lifted her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Ari held on tight for more scorching kisses, her body sliding against his as he carried her upstairs to his room.