Page 53 of The Mafioso’s Bride

I carry the case upstairs. Giada follows, closes the bedroom door, and turns the lock.

"Take off the pin," she says.

I remove the silver tardigrade and place it on the dresser.

"The coat too."

I obey. She points to the chair. I lay the coat across it.

"You said you would prove you want me."

"I intend to."

"Take off my clothes."

I reach for the buttons of her coat. "Tell me if anything hurts."

"I will. Firm pressure, plain questions, and no distance."

"No distance."

The coat slips from her shoulders. I remove her shoes, trousers, and blue shirt. Each piece joins mine until she stands in her bra and underwear. I remain in my shirt and trousers.

"You are wearing more clothes than I am," she says.

"I'm enjoying the view."

"I want the view too."

She unbuttons my shirt. Her knuckles brush my abdomen as she pushes the fabric aside. She kisses the center of my stomach, then opens my belt.

My hands close around her upper arms. "Giada."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Then remove your trousers."

I do. She looks at my erection, then at me.

"On the bed," she says.

"Which one of us?"

"You."

I sit against the headboard. Giada removes her bra and underwear before climbing over my thighs. She takes my wrists and places my palms on her hips.

"Harder than this morning," she says. "I don't want you careful because I left."

"You will get exactly what you ask for."

"I want all of you."

My fingers tighten. "You own all of me."

I pull her down for a kiss. Her breasts press against me. She moves over my cock, slick skin sliding along the shaft, and bites my lower lip.