Cheeks still bright pink, she nodded. Her gaze darted away. Caught mine. Shifted to my chest. Soared high. Then, shyly, my angel whispered, “You sounded really Sicilian then.”
“That’s because I am. You can take the man away from the island, but you can’t take the island away from the man. One day, we’ll visit together and you will see and you will understand.”
“I’d like that,” she squeaked, and I hid a smile.
There it was again—the squeak.
“Good, because it is in our future.”
“I-I put the ring on the nightstand.”
I cupped her chin and forced her to catch my eye. “You understand why I did this, yes?”
“Staked a claim?” The flush returned as she blurted in a rush: “I didn’t expect it but… I liked it.”
“Se, I figured that was your reaction when you didn’t slap me as soon as I walked through the door.” My lips curved at her huff, but I retrieved the ring. “I put it on you while you were sleeping.”
“I’m not sure how it fit.” She licked her lips. “Why were you carrying a ring like that around anyway?”
“Business,” I lied.
“Business…” Her glower was immediate. “Is it a blood diamond?”
“Such faith.” I snorted. “No.”
“Were you going to propose to someone else?”
“No.” Truth.
“What business?”
“Just business,” I repeated, then I grabbed her hand and slipped it onto her finger again. “Keep it.”
“Why? I’m not business.”
Oh, she fuckingwasmy business.
I fixed her with a stare. “You know why.”
She traced my lips with her finger, but her focus was on her new ring. “I don’t understand you.”
“You don’t need to.”
Her nose wrinkled. “You moan when you eat cupcakes.”
“I like eating,” I teased with a shrug.
“You moan more when I blow you. I’m glad.”
“Just wait until I taste your cunt, then you’ll really hear me moan.” When the pink of her cheeks turned red, I didn’t let her squeak her way out of it.
I pressed my mouth to hers, but she pulled back before I could deepen the peck into a kiss.
“Better than cupcakes.” Sensing her hesitation, probably over the fact I’d just come in her mouth, I drew her to me and thrust my tongue between her lips. “You taste like mine.”
She sagged into me, but as my hands drifted down, tracing the line where her hip met her thigh so I could explore further, I quickly snatched her waist so I could lay her on her back.
With a yelp, she let me settle her how I wanted her.
