She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes, her hand coming to her heart, tapping against her chest in soft, slow beats to the cadence of the song.
His singing affected her too.
It made my heart constrict in jealousy.
“Don’t worry, my husband,” she whispered in soft Italian. “His singing is beautiful, but your voice alone makes goosebumps rise on my skin. That’smagic.”
“Lucky for me,” I said, meeting her in the bathroom. She kept her eyes closed, melting into my embrace, when I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Because I can’t fucking sing to save my life.”
She laughed, her breasts jiggling against my arms. Then she moaned, low and long, when I put my mouth to her neck, biting and sucking. Her bare skin felt cool in my palms, so soft and pliable. One touch and she yielded to me, like she’d done the first time I’d ever touched her.
“Your dress,” I whispered, kissing the spot I’d made red. She’d have a mark. “And whatever you need to cover—”
Palming her breasts, I used my thumbs to stroke her nipples. An insane urge came over me, hot and fast, to put them in my mouth and suck until her knees buckled, and she whimpered and begged for more.
Taming down the rising fire, I consoled myself by concentrating on the wordlater. We’d make it into a lover’s game tonight.
She pointed but then shook her head, pointing in the other direction. Long and formal, sleeveless and fitting, the entire dress looked like it had been encrusted in diamonds. In my dark suit, I’d be night to her day. One complimenting the other.
I came back to myself at the feel of her pushing against me. My hands went to the sway of her hips. Her pregnancies had given her more curves, made her softer, and it only served to intensify her beauty.
Life had been kind to her. Or maybe it was a simple fact of genetics.
“No,” she said, those fierce green eyes, so feline, so alive, slowly lifting to meet mine. “It’s you. Our children. Us. This life together.” She sighed. “Lock the door. We have time.”
My eyes studied her through the mirror, the connection flowing through us as strong as ever. I wondered if we’d ever reach a point where it would either burst or stop expanding. The answer came as loudly as if she’d spoken aloud, though she hadn’t said a word.
That’ll be the day you die, and her love becomes your heaven.
It wasn’t her who had answered. It was the same voice that had told me years ago that she wasmine.
After stepping back, I locked the door, then ran my hand over her ass, cool and soft, my hand dark against her pale, and squeezed.
The only thing separating her body from mine was my suit and her underwear. Layers that I loathed. As I unbuttoned my shirt, she started to squirm, pushing against me even harder, making noises that expressed her impatience.
“You’ve never had patience,” I said.
“Not when it comes to you. I want—”
She came toward me, even closer, and I ripped her underwear off. Her mouth parted, her breath came out in a rush, and her eyes closed when I slipped my hand between herculo. I could almost feel her pulse throbbing against me. My other hand fisted in her hair, pulling her neck up, giving me access to her throat.
“You want,” I breathed in Italian. Running my tongue along her skin, I bit her ear, grinning when she almost slammed against me. “Tell me what you need, my wife.”
“You. Some place where we—ah!” She held on to the counter, her thighs trembling, when I moved my hand from her ass to between her legs. “Some place where we’d be snowed in. Where we can’t leave for days. All day. All night.”
“Remember those times?”
“Like yesterday.”
Her eyes met mine and we both smiled.
“We’re even better now.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “We are.”
“What did I tell you all those years ago, ah? I’d only love and want you more.” I held her eyes, and she whimpered. “Ora lascia che ti mostri quanto meglio possiamo essere.”Nowlet me show you how much better we can be.
“Oh, God!”
