Page 173 of Mr. Wicked

I smiled. “God, I love you.”

“I love you more,” he roared before our lips touched.

The second we parted, we stood from our seats and made our way out of the plane to where an SUV waited for us on the tarmac.

But before I climbed in, I stood on the bottom of the plane’s steps, taking in the sights and smells and emotions racking my body.

I’d found paradise.

In the way the leaves on the trees moved and whispered from the wind.

In the way the air smelled of the sun’s warmth and a hint of lemon.

In the way that my husband held my hand.

How he looked at me as I faced him, like Italy didn’t even compare to me.

This was love.

This was what a future with Grayson was going to look like, and I didn’t want to rush it, but I couldn’t wait for more.

We got into the back seat, and after a short drive, we pulled up to the home that he’d rented for our stay. Rose petals met my feet the second he opened the front door.

I took in the long trail of red that wove through the living room and kitchen, the only two rooms I could view from the doorway, and filled my lungs with a shaky, emotional breath. “This is magical.”

With our fingers locked, he led me through the living room to show me the view outside the balcony. The home was nestled in a mountain, surrounded by others that were as beautiful and as colorful as ours, and below was the water.

Not like the dark, almost midnight blue of the Atlantic.

The Tyrrhenian Sea was teal, and in some places, it was so clear I could see the sand below.

“Five days.” I sighed, still having a hard time fathoming that I would get to look at this view for that long. “I’m literally in heaven.”

As he stood behind me, he held my stomach, his face in my neck. “Wait until you see the bedroom ... and what I’m going to do to you when we get in there.”

I giggled as he pressed his hard-on against me. “Show me. Now.”

We followed the petals into a hallway where there was a large walk-in closet, an en suite, and a balcony off the bedroom where we could open the doors and listen to the waves below. The bed was decorated with more petals, and champagne sat on ice by the dresser. Vases of red roses were on every surface with candles waiting to be lit.

Despite the long flight and not having slept at all, I wasn’t tired.

Adrenaline flowed through me as I thought about the first leg of this trip. I wrapped my arms around Grayson’s neck, fantasizing about what he was now going to do to me in this room.

How loud I was going to scream.

How hard I was going to come.

“You have me,” I whispered, my gaze dropping to his lips. “What are you going to do with me?”

He lifted me into the air and placed me on top of the wonderfully big, comfortable bed, where the softness of the petals grazed my skin.

“I’m going to fucking devour you.”

His eyes backed up every word, and suddenly my dress was off and my sandals were no longer on my feet. My strapless bra was the only thing left, since I hadn’t worn any panties, and that was now unhooked and flung to the ground.

“And the first thing I want to do is taste you.” He spread my legs, his beard scraping the insides of my thighs as he moved between them. Before his tongue landed on me, his nose wedged between my folds, taking a long, deep inhale. “Mine.” He breathed me in again. “God, you smell good.” He slowly and gradually licked me from top to bottom. “Fuck yes, you taste amazing.”

“Yesss.” My fingers dived into his hair, gripping his strands, needing to just hold on to something while he moved to the top of me, focusing on the highest point, licking it horizontally. “Your tongue ... fuck.”

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