As if he could read my mind again, he held me closer, and I gasped for breath, my face landing directly in the crook of his neck. The best place to be. For some reason, his scent was more concentrated there and I was breathing him in.
Heaven. Pure. Heaven.
He shivered a bit, maybe at the cool breaths that were touching his neck, and I sighed, which made him shiver even harder.
The last issue was the issue with the Fausti man from Aria Island—Francesco. I would’ve never believed a claim could lastthat long, and between two different people who were only related to the first people to make it, but one thing I’d learned was that these men were full of Fausti blood, and apparently having Fausti blood meant old situations truly never die, unless they kill them.
Whatever existed between my grandmother’s sister—my great-aunt—and his two family members, in their eyes, was very much alive. The look on Rocco’s face at the storage place unnerved me.
It was very much ruthless, but what I felt beneath it was…romance. He thought the situation was romantic. An old situation that would revive itself with current actors.
I sighed, and this time, Rocco shivered and made the noise to go with. He pulled me closer, kissing my neck. “You do not need to be thinking of such heavy things this early in the morning.”
“How do you know I’m thinking of heavy things?” I moaned when his mouth found my throat and he started to suck.
His breath fanned against the area he had started to lavish with attention. “You are mine,” he said, as if that explained his ability to read my mind.
Maybe it did.
“Let them go, Amora. Give them to me. You are much too beautiful to be thinking of anything but being in the bedroom with your husband.”
“It’s not that simple,” I breathed out.
“Sì,” he said, his tone almost final. “It is. If you can’t give them to me, I will make you forget, ah?”
“For a time…” Then my voice drifted as my husband set his mouth over mine, and it seemed like my entire world shifted into his, and the outside world disappeared.
He was deep inside of me, and I needed him there for as long as possible. He was right. Nothing could make me forget like he could, which was both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing because sometimes in life, I knew it was good to forget for a while.
A curse…because sometimes in life, it does a person good to not forget what they’re carrying, or what they’re fighting for.
When I entered reality again, though, it was a softer place. Almost like floating on the most fragrant clouds.
My bladder, though, had other ideas. I went to jump up, but my husband grinned at me, biting my ass cheek before I could make it that far. He had an advantage. I was still dazed, and he was as fast as a dangerous, sneaky cat. He was right behind me, and he snaked an enormous arm around me, directing me to the bathroom.
If it wasn’t for his support, I would’ve teetered like I was drunk. We showered together, which had us hot and clinging to each other, and after I lost track of how many orgasms I had, Rocco dried me off, I dried him, and then we both readied for the day.
After I applied a little makeup, my husband watching me like he was transfixed, I curled my hair some, pulling the sides up, allowing my curtain bangs to add shape to my face. I dressed in a simple cream-colored sweater dress. Rocco wore a nice shirt and slacks, and after, he led me to the bed, slipping a pair of new brown boots on my feet.
I lifted a brow at him, and in response, he lifted my leg and kissed a trail to my thigh, before doing the same to the other leg. I breathed out, thinking we could do this forever. A cheeky grin was on his face, though, and I knew he had something up his sleeve. He reverently set my foot down, like it was made of glass, and then stood to his full height and gave me his hand to take. I did, and together, we headed to the kitchen.
It bustled with people.
We sat at the dining room table, and after breakfast was served, we walked hand in hand to a garage of sorts on theproperty. Rocco opened the door as if he was a game show host, and he had a prize hidden inside—one that I’d won in the game of life.
“My car! Apple Blossom!” My hands went to the metal of her hood, and after I gave her a nice tap, I turned to my husband. “You had my car brought here!”
He nodded, giving her a tap too. “You appreciate…her, so I do.” He opened the driver’s side door and then lifted me up, setting me inside.
“You want me to drive?” I caressed the wheel.
He laughed. “Sì.Let me see what you have.”
It was my turn to grin. “I’m the best driver. Just you wait and see.”
“I have seen—when we were on Aria Island.”
