But if I was being honest, I was terrified to be in the bathtub with him. Would he stay on his side? It was a large, luxurious soaking tub surrounded by Italian marble. The perfect size for two people. Would he try to get frisky with me?
I glanced around the room. With Alessio in it, it gave me romantic honeymoon-suite vibes. How did I miss the hints before now? This room was always meant for both of us, not only me.
He cradled my face in his hands and smashed his lips to mine as if needing more than the peck I’d given him. He moved his mouth over mine slowly. I had no objection to his kisses. He must have been an expert after being with so many women.
Me? I’d only kissed two boys in my whole life, and they were no Alessio Remotti. My new husband made butterflies dance in my stomach. He aroused things in me that I hadn’t felt before. My panties were slightly wet, and not from the rain.
Admittedly, it was nice to be desired, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for more than kissing. The idea of having intercourse with him, after only getting to know him for a day and a half, scared me. I wasn’t experienced and didn’t know what to do. He wouldbe disappointed in me, regret marrying me and he would run back to his lover.
My heart wept at the thought.
The more time we spent together, the more I liked him. And he’d bought me the most beautiful horse and seemed genuine about it. I sensed there was a decent, good man underneath the gruff, arrogant Mafia man.
Releasing me, he said, “Go. I’m counting the seconds.” And then he swatted my butt, making me jump.
I started laughing. “Don’t count too fast!” I ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and peeled off my wet clothes.
It didn’t take me long with my heart racing at a crazy-fast speed. I peed quickly and examined myself in the mirror. God, I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed with me.
My father had high expectations for me. It was my duty to please Alessio. Make him happy which would hopefully benefit my father’s business. And I would do my best, but all this felt very fast to me.
“Are you ready for me?” Alessio asked through the door.
I immediately stepped into the tub and sat down, gathering the bubbles inside my arms and pulling them up to my neck.
He knocked. “Gia, are you ready for me?”
“Yes.”
The door opened and my naked husband waltzed in.
“Oh!” I shielded my eyes but at the same time, I desperately wanted to see how big he was because I was still a virgin there would be pain my first time. How much pain there would be depended on how big he was, and upon my first glance, he wasn’t small.
“I took my clothes off already. Does that bother you?” He entered the tub, making the water splash around me. “Oh, it’s nice and hot.”
The movement made my bubbles wash off my skin and I sank farther under the water until it touched my chin.
His long legs encroached on my side, brushing against me. How dare he? His feet touched my hips, and I might lose my mind. “You’re touching me!”
“Gia, relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
My eyes flashed at him. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. A married couple bathing together would probably wash each other and finish with sex.”
“I’m not ready for that!” The words flew out of my mouth on their own accord.
“Ready for what? For me to wash your back or your front? Or do you mean sex?” he asked in a teasing tone. I was finally learning when he was serious and joking to get a rise out of me.
“Yes, that.”
“Listen, I’ll just stay over here unless you want me on your side.”
“You’re good right where you are.”
He belted out a deep laugh, and the sound literally turned my insides to jelly. “Whatever you wish, Gia. Is there something else I’m allowed to call you, other than your name?”
“What have you called other women? Most recently, your lover?” A bitter taste in my mouth almost made me gag. He’d had a lover up until last night. It didn’t sit well with me. Not that I had any right to say anything about it. Until yesterday, he had been free to do as he pleased, and I appreciated that he ended it with her. But still. He had someone and I had no one.
