Stubborn ox. I pull on his chest hair—or try to through the shirt. “You don’t give up do you? You always have to get your own way or the highway.”
“You should know that by now. I got you.” He smirks, staring at me in a whole new way now. A soft, proud-of-himself, predatory way. It gets me every time, and the wacko knows it. Why do I love even this scheming part of him?
“You proved your point, now you can move your hand.” I tap on it inside my shorts.
“Why? Do you feel…uneasy?” he whispers teasingly.
I wish. “Should I?” I counter with a pout.
I know his dick wants in again, but I’m too sore. Plus we. Need. To. Go.
“Never,” he drops the word on my lips before kissing me deep.
A long minute passes before he lets me go. I walk back into the closet and grab a pair of leggings, a tie and pocket square for him. “Speaking of clothes, what happened to my groom pants? I can’t find them anywhere.” I love those.
“I threw them away,” he states with a shrug, taking the accessories from my hands.
“What? Why?” I clip accusingly.
“Fucking hate the sight of them. When you marry someone, it will be me. You’ll get bride pants, got it?” he says nonchalantly, finishing the knot on his tie with deft fingers.
My mouth turns slack and my heart jumps inside my chest as if I’ve just driven over a speed bump.
Bride?
Luca
“Bride? How about…how about me being an Enzino? I mean becoming part of the Leone family…isn’t that bad?” His soft whispers make me look down at him.
He seems surprised and…scared.
I squeeze his shoulders. “I did wish you weren’t born an Enzino in the past, but I probably wouldn’t have met you if you weren’t.”
“I would have found a way,” he boldly states. “I still hate it, though.”
“How about Nero?” I ask, taking his left hand in mine and kissing his ring finger.
“What about it?”
“Do you hate it?”
“It’s your surname, why would I?” He looks sincere and confused.
I know he means that. And fuck, I would love to say the same about him, but I can’t. I can do something else, though.
“And if I make it yours, too?”
“You… Do you mean it?” Those big light blue eyes are filled with hope and a hint of wariness.
A vulnerable Art is impossible to resist. My defenses drop every time, and I wrap myself around him.
“Always,” I rumble, sliding my hands to cup his face. “Even when I say you are a pain in the ass and I need to reciprocate with my cock.”
A couple of happy tears fall down his cheeks as he chuckles. “That’s not fair, your dick is huge in mine.”
“You love it,” I growl, pulling him against me. “And will have it for as long as we shall live.”
“You’re terrible at this.” His words don’t agree with the big-as-fuck grin on his face. “A proposal usually comes with a ring and a crafted speech about love and commitment, full of compliments and food, a lot of food would be nice. And what about going down on one knee?”
