I twisted in his arms and glared up at him. “That doesn’t bother you? I could go and get it annulled right now.”
With a wide smile, he pecked my lips.
“Don’t smile. It’s not funny.”
“You’re adorable.”
“Am not.”
“You are because that wasn’t threatening.”
“I could do it.”
His arm caressed down my back. “But you won’t,” he added tauntingly.
“Watch me.” I shoved my hands against his chest to get away. Not that it worked.
“So stubborn,mia piccola civetta.” In one swift move, he lifted me into his arms, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “You won’t, not because you can’t. Because you don’t want to.”
“I don’t?”
He shook his head. “You like when I call you wife. It gives you shivers down your back.” He stroked his fingers down my spine, and damn him, I quivered. “It makes you smile even when you’re sad. And I love saying it.” He nibbled on my bottom lip. “My wife. My one and only. My forever. That’s you,civetta. You sure you don’t want it?”
A laugh stuck in my throat as my gaze anchored to the brightest pair of eyes I ever wanted to get lost in. “You sure?”
“You’ve practically moved into my home this last week. Why wouldn’t I be?”
I slipped my hands through the hair on the back of his head and around his nape to tug him closer. “Then we’re redoing it right. I want a white dress, a small ceremony, andmysignature on that damn certificate.”
“Anything for you.”
“But,” I teased, pulling back just as he dipped in for a kiss, “not yet.”
He grunted. “Oh?”
“We have to officially move in together first.”
“Sure.”
“And…” I placed a finger to his mouth. “I want a proposal.”
“Of course.”
“And…” He growled with impatience, the sound vibrating through my finger, and I giggled. “Maybe I should finish my medical degree first and cash in on that bet you owe me. Whatever car I wanted if I got you out of prison and I finished my degree before I turned twenty-five, remember?”
“That it?” He ground his hips into me, the bulge of his groin hitting me just right.
I tossed my head back on a breathless moan. “You’re in for the long haul. You sure you’re up for it?”
Renzo grabbed the back of my neck and forced my eyes to meet his, glimmering with ferocity. “Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.”
When our lips met, it was that perfect blend of tenderness and aggression, loving and defiant, both of us trying to dominate the other. He locked me in against a pillar, and I scratched my nails down his back. His pants buzzed, but we ignored it. We devoured each other like there was no tomorrow, like we had to live for the moment or the world might shatter. His hand slid under my shirt and tweaked my nipples through my bra. Minewere on his pants zipper, desperate to get him inside me as fast as possible.
“Renzo!” came a muted cry, the R guttural with a heavy, nasal accent.
We wrenched apart, each scanning the parking lot.
“Ren-ZO!”
