At Vincenzo's nod, Sofia's hand began to trail downward again but he caught it.
Sofia frowned, but before she could say anything, he moved until he was lying on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows so he wouldn't crush her.
"You're the one who needs to forget, gattina, not me," he whispered, before he lowered his head to the side of her neck that was uninjured and began to pepper soft kisses down her throat.
"Fuck," Sofia breathed out, closing her eyes and craning her neck to give him more access.
"I fucking love seeing you in my clothes," Vincenzo whispered against her skin as his hands trailed down her sides and he grabbed her waist, tracing her curves through the sweatshirt.
His words paired with his touch and kisses were making her a heated mess. All she could do was moan in response.