“Jesus, Bianca,” he breathed, shaking his head against mine. “For a very bright woman, you are incredibly dense about my feelings for you. I’ve loved you for decades.”
I searched his eyes, the love evident in his gaze.
“And Katia?”
“She knew how I felt about you. We took comfort from each other, but you always owned my heart.” He slid his arms behind my waist and pulled me closer. “I tried to tell you that. Don’t you remember?Nel mio cuore, sei sempre stata mia.”
“What does it mean?” I softly asked.
“In my heart, you were always mine.”
“I...” I ran my thumb over his lower lip. “I think I was afraid to believe it,” I finished softly.
“You never need to be afraid with me,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. “I adore you, sweetheart. I just want to give you the life you deserve. That webothdeserve, after all this time.”
“Michael,” I whispered, overcome with emotion. “I love you too. God help me, I love you so much.”
His breath washed over me, full of relief. “It’s about time, woman. Jesus. I was sure you were going to make me wait two more decades to hear it.”
Tossing my head back, I couldn’t control my laughter. “Gangsters aren’t supposed to be this funny.”
“Oh, now I’m a gangster?” he asked, squeezing my ass in both hands.
Laughing, I nodded. “We said we were being honest.”
His lips captured mine, and I held on for dear life, so thankful for my thoughtful, protective man. Myhusband. My soul mate.
Michael groaned into my mouth, his tongue circling mine before he murmured, “Can I make love to you? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Adrian said I can if we’re gentle.”
Michael drew back and took my hand. “I don’t think I like you calling the sexy surgeon Adrian,” he said, leading me out of the greenhouse and toward the stairs. “I prefer you use Dr. Zappa.”
Laughing, I squeezed his hand as we walked up the stairs and entered the bedroom. “You have nothing to worry about. You’re the only sexy silver fox I want.”
Michael led me to the bed, gently lifting me before placing me atop the covers. He gazed at me, emotion simmering in his eyes as he slipped off my clothes before removing his. Once we were naked, he crawled over me, cradling my face as he settled between my legs.
“I thought I lost you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to mine. “I worked my whole life to win you, Bianca. I can’t lose you.”
“I’m here,” I whispered, wrapping my leg around the back of his thigh. “I love you.”
His warm breath washed over my face before he licked his fingers. Lowering them between my legs, he gently slid them to my core. They circled my opening, preparing me before he glided inside, ready to claim me all over again.
“Is this okay?” he asked, tenderly moving two fingers inside me.
“It feels so good...”
We gazed into each other’s eyes as my honey gathered on his fingers. Lowering his head, he drew my nipple into his mouth, causing me to whimper as slick rushed to my deepest place.
His tongue toyed with my nipple, the sensation so pleasurable, until I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Fuck me, Michael.”
He smiled, taking my hand and resting it beside the pillow. Lacing our fingers, he positioned his strong body over mine, his cock searching for my deepest place. Squeezing my hand, he began to gently push inside.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered, his breath labored. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good. I missed this.”
My hips undulated against his, working in tandem as I welcomed him home.
