More muttering, most of it in Italian. I continued to stroke her cheek until she finally bit out, “I don’t remember tempting you.”
Every fecking day, cailín.
I changed the topic. “I’ve brought you a gift.”
She scoffed. Tipping her hips to the right, she pressed her belly against the iron rod in my pants. “A gift?”
I swallowed a groan. Jaysus, this woman was going to give me the biggest case of blue balls before our wedding night.
It would almost be worth it to relieve the torture. Right here. Right now.
Yanking her hands, I sat up. “Stay quiet.”
She hmphed.
I fished around in my pocket, momentarily handicapping myself as I searched. I couldn’t silence her quickly enough if she decided to scream.
She didn’t.
Under the stolen pair of panties—which I was going to fuck hard the moment I got home—I plucked the slim band of metal, brought it out, and pressed it against her finger. It slid down the slim length.
A perfect fit.
“There,” I breathed. “Now feel free to gouge my eye out.”
Gabriella clasped her hand over the other, feeling the ring. “Let me get this straight,” she snapped, voice a low, vicious lick of fire. One that made me fucking burn inside. “You broke into our house just to give me my engagement ring?”
“Yes, but I’m taking something in return.” My heart thumped in anticipation.
“What?” she hissed, her body tense and wary.
“This.” My mouth crashed on hers.
Gabriella tasted of peaches and sin, a toxic combination I was powerless to resist. I kissed her hard, swallowing her strangled protest. Holding her shoulders firmly in place, I devoured her mouth. Those lips were pure velvet. Soft and pliable. I neverliked to kiss. Too personal. But her? I was in danger of liking the intimate act.
With a soft, throaty sigh, Gabriella opened her mouth to mine.
My body shuddered violently. My dick leaked into my boxers. And I had to forcefully pull myself back before I took things further. I ran my tongue over my lips to enjoy the last taste of her.
“Now, if I knew you kissed like that,” I rasped, “I would have done it a lot sooner.”
Leaning over, she brushed her palm over the tent in my jeans. “See you at the altar.”
“How do you know I won’t be back?” I breathed.
Her grip tightened. “Because, next time? I’ll be armed.”
With that, she gave my dick a vicious twist.
I bit my tongue hard enough that blood flooded my mouth. It still wasn’t strong enough to silence the bellow.
There was a thump in the next room over. The old maid stumbled.
“Out!” Gabriella hissed. “Out the window. Now!”
She shot out of bed as she spoke, going to throw the thing open and pull the AC unit free. I limped after her. But before I disappeared into the night, I bent to whisper, “You’re going to kiss it and make it better.”
Gabriella snorted. “Sure you trust my teeth around you?”
