Daphne devours twice as much pizza as I do, moaning the entire time.
“This is so good.” She closes her eyes and hums her approval as she chews another bite. “Have you ever tasted anything better than this?”
“I have,” I say, watching her carefully and trying not to let my lust overcome her hunger.
Her tongue pokes out and sweeps across her lips, and I lose all ability to think. “You’re taunting me,” I warn, feeling my resistance slipping.
“You look hungry,” she says, giving no fucks what she’s doing to me.
“I am,bella, and if you’re not careful, I’m going to push the pizza on the floor and feast on you instead.”
She gives me a smug grin. “Maybe that’s all part of my master plan.”
I grab the pizza slice from her fingers just as she’s going for another bite. “You can eat later after we work up an appetite.”
She tries to take the slice back, but I drop the piece to the floor and grab her wrists. “Me or pizza?”
“That’s such a hard decision.” She smirks and moves her head from side to side like she really has to think about the answer.
“If you have to think that hard”—her gaze dips to my lips as I speak—“I need to do better.”
She struggles a little in my grasp. “My answer is definitely pizza, then.” She giggles.
I pull her forward, bringing her mouth close to mine. “I’m about to change your reality in a hurry, sweetheart. Be ready to never eat pizza without thinking about me again.”
That’s the way I want it too. I want to be her be all and end all. There’s no other man in the world who’ll be good enough for Daphne Gallo, and there’s no way in hell I’ll let another man raise my child. Daphne hasn’t said yes, but she’s going to be my wife.
“Such a big talker. Let’s see if you have the moves to back up your words,” she challenges, and I’m ready to rock her world.
I pull her into my lap and stare into her eyes. “I love you, Daphne Gallo,” I whisper against her lips.
It’s the first time I’ve said the three most important and scariest words to her. We’ve danced around the topic, shared our feelings, but never actually said “I love you” to one another.
She blinks slowly and smiles. “I love you too, Leo Conti. Now you better put up or shut up.”
I wrap my arms around her back, pressing her body flush against mine. “Soft or hard?” I ask, giving her the choice in how she wants me to love her.
“Hard and slow,” she says all breathless and wanton. She grinds her middle against my jeans. “I want to feel it tomorrow.”
My lips crash down on hers as my arms tighten, holding her closer. She moans and rocks back and forth, riding my cock through the fabric of my jeans and driving me completely mindless with lust.
I want to own her body, claim her, as much as she owns mine. Her tongue dips between my lips, and I’m a goner. Daphne Gallo has me in knots, not knowing up from down or left from right.
I slide my hand up her back as she pulls my shirt up before touching my skin. She hums her approval as her fingers trace the dips and ridges of my abdomen, sending goose bumps across my chest.
My lips trace a path down her jaw, finding the spot on her neck where her heart’s beating wildly, matching my own. Her knees tighten at my sides as I lick her soft skin and nibble her neck where it meets her shoulder blade. This is her magic spot. The one that makes her quiver in my arms.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as her head tips back, giving me full access. I stand as her arms wrap around my back, and my lips stay on her skin. She’s in my arms, holding my face to her neck as I carry her toward the bedroom.
“I need you,” she whispers as I place her on the bed and cover her body with my own.
“I want you,” I say against her skin.
Her knees fall to the sides as I move down her body and unbutton her shirt, pushing the material to the sides. “Lower,” she tells me.
I smile, unable to stop myself, because Daphne Gallo is always bossy. Even in bed.
She lets out a happy sigh, relaxing into the bed as I pull her pants down her legs, exposing her lace underwear. My mouth waters, and I want to be inside her, bury myself so deep I can’t even breathe. But this is the part I savor, the moment I take slowly before I give her exactly what she wants…the hard stuff.
