His apartment wasn’t grand, but it was nice, and he kept it clean. I’d only been in it when one or more of my siblings had been with me. I knew that Gia and Nic had both been here before on their own, and of course, Romeo had been here, but I was never invited to come over by myself before.
That realization had me tunneling my fingers through his hair and pulling his head back. He looked up into my eyes. His deep brown eyes were swirled with desire. They looked like the finest, silkiest chocolate that was both dangerous and tempting.
“You’ve never had me here by myself before,” I said, my breath still harsh from the intensity of the kiss.
He shook his head. “No.”
“Gia’s been here alone with you. Nic’s been here alone with you,” I stated matter-of-factly. “But you never let me come here alone.”
“No.” He agreed.
I shook my head, “Why?” I was half pissed and half hurt. The hurt outweighed the anger, but only slightly.
“Because if you were here by yourself with me, I wouldn’t have been able to hold back from making you mine. You weren’t ready, and neither was I.”
My heart melted, and my stomach clenched with renewed desire at his honesty. He was probably right about neither of us being ready, but would we have been ready at all if my father hadn’t basically sold me to a cartel boss?
“I love you,” I whispered the words neither of us had dared to speak yet, but we’d danced around them since the day we said ‘I do’.
Lorenzo slammed his mouth against mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, teasing me. He pulled back long enough to whisper the words back, then he carried me to his bedroom, where he stripped me down to my panties before removing his own clothes.
I was lying on the bed, in my nude cotton panties that I wore under my dance costumes. I lamented the fact that I wasn’t in something sexy like I had been on our wedding night, but real-life everyday underwear would be something he would see for years to come. While I watched him strip from his clothes, I slid my fingers under the waistband and pulled my panties from my body.
Our eyes were glued to each other, neither of us wanting to look away for even a moment. So many times over the last couple of days, I asked myself if this was real. If he really wanted me the way I wanted him, but one look in his eyes told me he did. Now that I was aware he felt the same way, it seemed glaringly obvious.
He crawled up my body once he was naked, his fingers and hands skimming over my flesh, sending waves of heat and electricity through me. I knew what was coming. I knew what he could and would do to my body, and I was ready for it. I needed him. All of him. Heart. Body. And soul. He was the other half of me; the reason I felt so alone before was because half of me was missing.
“Please,” I pleaded when he placed a kiss right below my belly button. “I need you inside me.” I loved his mouth on me, and later I would love to taste him, but my body had a need only he could fill and satisfy when he was pounding into me.
Lorenzo placed a few more kisses, licks, and nibbles as he moved his way up my body. His tongue teased each of my nipples before he moved up, sliding his hips between my thighs. I felt the heat of his body and his cock butt up against my molten core, and shuddered from the pleasure it caused throughout my body. I slid my thighs up higher around his waist as he slid his cock over my wet flesh, then I felt the head of his cock at my opening. My body barely resisted as he started to push his way inside me.
Our eyes locked as his cock slid into my liquid, soft channel. He laced our fingers together so we were palm to palm, then moved our joined hands above my head. His hips sank further into mine–his cock sliding deep inside me. It was intimate, holding each other’s gaze as our bodies came together in a dance that was as old as time.
Lorenzo leaned down, locking our lips, and my eyes slid closed as I felt my world shift and shudder around him. Every time we had come together before, it had been fiery passion and dirty desire for each other. This time felt like so much more. There was plenty of that passion and desire, but there was also a deeper level of intimacy that connected us beyond our bodies.
Our lips melded softly, his thrusts were slower, not as hurried and frenzied, but deep and steady, satisfying in a different way. I was soft where he was hard. I writhed underneath him as my body coiled tighter and tighter. When my orgasm hit, I ripped my lips from his and cried out to any deity that would listen. My heart galloped in my chest, and sparks of color danced behind my eyelids as the orgasm tore through every part of me.
Lorenzo followed me over the edge soon after. His body shook with his release as he drove deep one last time, burying cock inside me as he emptied himself into me. I felt the warmth of him as he stayed inside me. My body pulsed with aftershocks around his shaft.
He rested his forehead on mine, our panting breaths mingling as we tried to get our bodies and breathing back under control. “I love you,” I whispered again. I needed him to know how I felt because I was so scared that I would lose him if I got accepted into the dance company. There was so much unknown for our future that it was overwhelming. Would a long-distance relationship ever work between us when a day seemed too long to be apart?
Lorenzo rolled us both to the side and held me against his body as he stroked my hair. I wanted to stay in his arms forever. “I’ve always loved you, Bianca. Always.”
I kissed his chest and held him tighter, never wanting to let him go.
***
“You’re glowing, Bea,” Gia declared. “Is there something you need to tell us?”
I jerked and looked over at my sisters, who were staring at me with wide, knowing grins. I shook my head. “I’m excited about my audition. Ashton and I have it nailed down.” Ashton was my dance partner. He and his boyfriend were both artists, but where Ashton was a dancer, his boyfriend, Keith, was a well-known artist in the city. He had some pieces in the higher-end galleries around town.
Gia shook her head. “That’s not it.” She paused, then pushed, “You’ve been talking about this audition for almost six months. You would have been more excited about it by now, or theexcitement would have shown more.” She shrugged, “You and Ashton have been ready for weeks, but you look like you’re glowing.”
Gia looked toward Nic for confirmation, and Nic nodded. “I agree. You’ve been happy and ready for this audition for weeks, but there is something different about you.”
I sighed. Keeping Lorenzo a secret from my sisters was hard. I wasn’t the most adept at lying, but I knew telling them that I was in love with Lorenzo and that we were married would put them in danger. If they let anything slip, and Dad found out before Lorenzo and Romeo were ready to let him in on it, then who knew what would happen. He could take it out on them, or on Lorenzo and me. Someone could get hurt or killed, and I didn’t want them anywhere near it. It was bad enough that Lorenzo was in my father’s crosshairs if this all went south. I would never live with myself if Lorenzo got hurt because of me again. Once was more than enough.
I shook my head and sat back in the spa’s lounge chair. Romeo had surprised us with a girls’ day. Gia, Nic, and I first went to lunch at the family restaurant where the Morelli family enterprises all started. La Corona Segreta was off Eighth Avenue and had a reservation list that was months out.
