“We haven’t had sex.”
I jolt in surprise. “Ever?”
“Ever.” He traces the line of my jaw with his thumb. “I haven’t touched you sexually because I didn’t want you to feel pressured, and I wanted to give you time to be comfortable. Plus, you haven’t been cleared medically for sex yet,” he adds with a smile that makes my toes curl.
But I frown as I consider his words. “But if we loved each other enough to get married, even if it was a whirlwind romance, why wouldn’t we have had sex? It’s not like this is the 1950s or something.”
He chuckles. “True. But I’m older than you—”
“I don’t see how that applies.”
“And you had a very conservative upbringing.”
“So you were a player while I’m a virgin?” A pit grows in my stomach as I consider another reason why he’s kept it G-rated with me. “Do you not want to have sex with me?”
He stands from his crouched position, picking me up as he does, and I squeak in surprise. Instead of carrying me bridal-style like he usually does, he wraps my legs around his waist while walking over to the bed and sits down.
I’m straddling him and blushing wildly with my heart racing. When I rise up on my knees, he pulls me down onto him, and I feel a distinct hardness pressing into my core, and my blush blooms.
Okay, so maybe a virgin after all.
“Have I ever given you reason to think I don’t want you, Gina?”
I try to get up and look away, but he keeps me pressed down on him with one arm banded around my lower back as he turns my face back to him.
I get lost in the ocean of his crystal-blue eyes.
“Have I, Gina?”
“No.”
“Not touching you the way I want has been torture for me,il mio sole. But I’m trying to be a good man here.”
“Maybe…” My tongue darts out to wet my lips. His eyes snap to the movement, and I feel his hardness grow even more. “Maybe I don’t want you to be a good man, Tommaso.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
I catch his gorgeous face between my hands and tilt it to mine. “Maybe I do. I might not have memories of you, but my mind and heart tell me that I trust you.”
“Gina—”
I try to get off him, fighting tears, and that cuts off whatever he was going to say.
He pulls me back down. This time, he pushes up with his hips, and the pressure of him pushing against my core is harder than ever. More intense and, most definitely, delicious.
I clutch his broad shoulders and gasp as he shifts me over him. “Tommaso.”
“You’re never to doubt that I want you, wife.” The last word is a hiss.
“Tommaso,” I moan as he glides my silk-covered core over the hardness in his pants. This is unlike anything I can remember ever feeling. Pleasure is erupting from that one spot, that epicenter, and radiating out into every cell of my body.
My head falls back, and my hips start to move; I’m not consciously doing it, it’s my body finding a natural rhythm. His lips fall to my throat, and the feel of them makes me want to weep in joy and ecstasy.
I want more.More.
I start to move harder and faster.
And yelp when he bites my neck.
