Defending My Mobster (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones, Interracial Love Page A

my smile grow exponentially when Angel’s eyes popped open and rolled to look at me. The half of his mouth that I could see was curving, and after a moment he pushed himself up on his elbows.
     
    “Oh yeah?” he asked. Biting my lower lip, I nodded quietly and straightened so he could sit up. Even that small movement, though, was making it hard to go through with my plan. He was really good looking with bedhead. Cute and sexy at the same time. He was truly amazing, I thought to myself.
     
    “I should help you with that, you know, since you’re so weak right now,” he said graciously. 
    Before I even had a chance to answer, Angel swooped me into his arms and threw his legs over the side of the bed. The action was abrupt and made me laugh even as a wave of dizziness swept over me, but I pushed it away as best I could. This was important.
     
    I had to focus.
     
    “We have a big claw foot tub in here, you know,” he told me with glee.
                

Chapter 14 - Angel
                
    As soon as we entered the bathroom I knew that today would be the day. Somehow, some way, I was going to get into Nia’s cute little pajama pants. After all, we were alone in a slightly refurbished warehouse with no one to bother us but the ping of my cell phone to tell me everything was fine with the guards stationed around the building.
     
    Setting Nia on her feet carefully, I made sure she was okay to stand by herself before walking over to the promised bathtub. It wasn’t fancy or particularly elegant, but it was clean and had hot water. We really didn't need anything more.
     
    “Angel, what happens if you can’t find Mark?” she asked worriedly. Glancing behind me at the question as I turned the knobs to the faucet, I shrugged lightly before opening my mouth.
     
    “Marshal will find him, Nia, the guy has never failed me before. Some idiot intern won’t be his first,” he said with confidence.
     
    When I found Nia in her apartment two days ago it was hard to think straight. Nothing mattered more than her, and once I barged into the house of a friend of mine that lived nearby, who was a doctor, I felt like my priorities were being pushed and prodded and rearranged. If Nia had died, I would’ve put up my cuffs for good. It would have been time I handed the business over to Roman and disappeared.
     
    She just meant that much to me. I knew that Nia didn’t exactly like my profession, but had more of a begrudging acceptance of it. Then again, who did like being in the Mafia when they’d lived their life outside it? It just proved that change was difficult.
     
    “Do you want me to quit?” Posing the question in all seriousness, I held my hand under the spurting faucet and kept my eyes on the swirling, rippling water that gathered in the tub.
     
    Nia, though, was probably rolling her eyes if her huff was anything to go by.
     
    “No. I don’t want you to quit, Angel. This kind of thing actually isn’t all that nerve-wracking to be honest. I mean, it’s like being at a spa. I get a great bath, you feed me and I get to walk around without pants on.” Glancing up over my shoulder, I felt my eyes go wide at the fact that Nia was bare assed -- completely naked. When had she taken off her clothes? Why am I even asking that question? Her bronzed skin shone in the light that came from the giant factory window plates, and her confidence not to hide herself was giving me a problem in my jeans. It was not a bad problem, but a problem.
     
    “Do you even know how long I’ve been waiting to see you naked?” Coming out as a choked kind of growl, my words made Nia’s face darken before she started to sway towards me. Her hips moved sensuously, and her long legs looked never ending. It was an incredible sight.
     
    “Then why didn’t you just ask? Why did it take an assassination attempt to tip you over the edge?” she asked me. My mouth felt dry as she leaned over me and I had to lean back a little