“Yes.”
“And the ocean is right there.”
His chest presses against my back as he looks over me.
“Yes, princesa.”
A squeal escapes me before I can stop it.
I twist in his arms.
“This is my house.”
His eyes settle on mine.
The amusement softens into something warmer.
“Our house.”
I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down, kissing him before I can think of something sarcastic enough to protect myself.
He catches my waist and kisses me back, slow and deep, until the excitement in my chest becomes something softer and harder to hide.
When I pull away, I’m smiling so widely my face hurts.
“I need to see the other two floors.”
Luciano brushes his thumb along my cheek.
“I assumed you would.”
“And then I’m getting in the pool.”
“Good. Your bathing suit should be here with the rest of your new wardrobe.”
“It’s already here?”
He nods. “Yes.”
I take his hand and start dragging him toward the house.
“Come on. I need to see our bedroom.”
His fingers tighten around mine.
“Our bedroom?”
I look back at him. “You started it.”
His laugh follows me inside.
Chapter 45
Luciano
Ishould have picked a one-piece.
Elena is pure sin in the bikini I had sent for her, and I should have known better than to put her in it while men swarm this house.