“Like you said earlier, I don’t need any man to defend me.” I am trying to ignore the feel of his erection growing under my ass and the warmth that exudes from his every pore.
“You don’t, but I want to be your defender. Not just because I’m your husband. Because I want to relieve some of your burden. Hand some of the responsibility to me,mia amata. Let us do this together.”
“You need to earn my trust before I could even consider doing that.”
“Then I will earn it,” he simply says, tucking my hair behind one ear.
ChapterFifteen
Catarina
He stares deep into my eyes as tension thickens in the air. Desire coils in my belly, no matter how much I wish it didn’t. It seems I can’t halt my body’s natural reaction to this man. “You are most beautiful to me like this.” His fingers skim over my face before his eyes lower over my body. “Not hiding behind makeup or those power suits you love or the front you need to present to the world we live in.” His eyes rise to meet mine. “Thank you for opening your heart and sharing some of your truths.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and I swallow a moan. “You intrigue and excite me.” His lips brush against the other side of my mouth. “And I want you so very much.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he silences me with his fingers. “I won’t push you. I won’t be like your first husband. If you don’t want me to fuck you, I won’t force it.” Lust blazes in his eyes. “I will wait for you to come to me.”
“You’ll be waiting,” I blurt, irritated when amusement skates across his face. I hate how he can obviously tell it’s a lie. He can see I’m floundering. That his want is not one-sided.
“I have a hand, and my blue balls can be patient.” A teasing smile spreads across his mouth, and I’m ensnared. Massimo is truly beautiful, and I only hope I’m strong enough to resist. I already suspect I’m not. “To a point,” he whispers against my ear, sending warm shivers coursing along my flesh. I squirm on his lap, failing to ignore the hard, thick length pulsing underneath me.
Massimo groans, and his eyes darken with undeniable desire. “You were put on this earth to test me. I’m sure of it.”
I can’t smother my smile in time.
“One kiss,” he says, his eyes dropping to my mouth as his tongue darts out and he wets his lips. “Would you deny your husband a kiss on his wedding night?”
“I have kissed you today.”
He shakes his head as his fingers sweep back and forth across my mouth, making it harder and harder to resist temptation. “Ihave kissedyou. You have gone along with it because it was expected.”
He’s as delusional as me if he truly believes that. I drive my hands into his hair without even thinking about it. “Will everything be a negotiation between us?”
His brows climb to his hairline and a devilish grin widens his lush mouth. “Do we know any other way to be?”
“One kiss. Just one kiss.” The words feel like lies as I spout them.
“That is all I am asking.” He closes his eyes, moaning softly as my fingers explore the thick strands of his black hair. “That feels so incredibly good.”
I brush my mouth against his, and his eyes pop wide. His hands flatten against my back, pushing me in closer to his tempting body. Underneath my ass, his cock is hot and hard, and my panties are already wet. I can indulge in one kiss. It is my wedding night after all, and my husband is one of the sexiest men alive. It’s not wrong to take this one thing for myself, right? “Just one kiss,” I remind him as our breaths comingle.
“Only one.”
Closing my eyes, I lower my mouth to his and descend into sheer bliss. He lets me control it, at first, and I’m surprised at the potent need driving me to take everything as I prod at the seam of his lips with my tongue. He opens instantly, letting my tongue plunge inside his mouth. I reposition myself on his lap, straddling his hips, so I can properly kiss him, and it’s that moment when all bets are off.
Massimo angles his head and deepens our kiss, ravishing my mouth like he will die if he can’t taste me. I grind against him as he moans into my mouth, one of his hands clasping the nape of my neck and controlling my movements. Vaguely, I’m aware of him removing his cell from his pants pocket and setting it down on the couch so it doesn’t dig into me.
Arching his hips, he pushes up against me, and I whimper into his mouth, slamming my lips against his in a demanding kiss as I rock on top of him and grab fistfuls of his hair. His free hand glides down my back, landing on my ass. He kneads my cheeks, one at a time, before his hand creeps under the hem of my short nightie.
I don’t stop him. I couldn’t if I tried. I’m on fire. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s bursting at the seams, and inside, I’m a quivering mess of hormones as my libido goes crazy. I cry out as his fingers slip under my panties to caress the bare flesh of my ass.
“Catarina,” he says in a deep gruff voice, pulling his lips from mine.
I grab his face and pull his mouth back to mine. “Don’t stop,” I whimper in between kisses. “Don’t stop, Massimo.”
He growls into my mouth as his fingers start wandering, moving around to the front. I cry out again when he cups my pussy, gently gliding his finger along the trimmed hair of my mound. When he parts my folds and slides his finger up and down my slit, the most embarrassing moan escapes my mouth, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he exclaims over my lips as he thrusts one finger inside me.
I push back on his dick as he pumps his finger in and out of me, ready to crawl out of my skin with desire.
