“We’re Italian.” He shrugged and rested his arms on the edge of the tub, showing off his muscles and broad chest. He wasn’t a hairy Italian, which I was happy to see. “We call everyone cara, amore, tesoro. But I won’t call you cara.”
“Why not?” As it turned out, I liked cara. There was something sweet about being called dear.
“Just tell me what I’m allowed to call you.” He seemed to be deflecting. “And for your information, I haven’t called anyone Cuore mio or Vita mio. My heart or My life would be fake if I didn’t love the person.”
“Yes, that would definitely be fake.” Ugh, I didn’t like the direction of this conversation. I’d rather not know anything about the women Alessio had been with. We were just getting our marriage started and I didn’t want to taint my opinion about my new husband. I was willing to overlook his past since I was nowhere in the picture until yesterday.
“Dolcezza is a good one.”
“Sweetness? I guess if you mean it.” Dolcezza would be better for a dog or a horse, but I could get behind it if he genuinely meant it.
“I would mean it. You are very sweet, especially toward Valentina.” He smiled and I believed him.
“What if I say cara?” I pushed fordearbecause I wanted to know why he was against it, but maybe I wouldn’t like the answer he gave me.
“No. Not that.” He wet his hands and combed his fingers through his dark, wavy hair.
And then it finally hit me. “Is that what you called your lover?” I glared at him for no other reason than, it made me angry.
“Yes, because it was her name. Okay?” He exhaled a frustrated sigh. “Pick something else.”
“There is nothing else. Call me Giovanna. Or Gia, I guess.”
He stared at me for long second. I couldn’t hold his gaze, so I looked away. Bad move. He reached for my arm and tugged me toward him. Water splashed around us as he turned me around, so my back was against his chest.
I felt him. You know.
Felt him.Felt him poking my bottom.
“Alessio! You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I wanted you to.” I tried to pull away but his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. “And I don’t.”
“You’re jealous of my ex-lover and I want to assure you that you have nothing to worry about. I’m all in, Gia.” His lips went on my neck.
Lord have mercy. I felt swallowed up by his strong arms as he licked and nibbled my sensitive skin.
“I’m not jealous.” Or not that much. “I just don’t want to hear about her, okay?”
“Okay. I will call you Gia until I can call you something else.”
“Please let me go.”
“Why? What is bothering you right now? My mouth on your shoulder? Does it not feel good?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, Gia. That’s not a no.” He proceeded to kiss me, and I hated to admit it felt good. He licked a path up to my neck and I held still as much as possible. I guess I didn’t want him to know that Isort ofliked what he was doing to me.
“It wasn’t a yes either,” I said in a sarcastic tone.
“Are you telling me to stop?”
“You didn’t even ask to touch me. You just forced me.” And not that it was awful being in his arms. I actually liked it, but wasn’t this too fast?
“Again, are you telling me to stop?” His hand went between my thighs, and I felt his fingers touch me in my private spot.
“Alessio!” I arched my back, trying to get away from him. It was no use, though. His arm tightened around me. “I’m not sure I’m ready for such intimate things.” Like his growing dick.
“What kind of a man would you have chosen if you weren’t forced to marry me?” Alessio asked.
