Page 228 of Forced Vows

"Rest. I'll order us some dinner."

"Make it something we can eat in bed." I snuggle into the bed with my cat.

"We do not eat in bed."

"On the day I got kidnapped we do." There will be other times too, but I'll break him into the idea slowly.

"Why do I feel like this is not going to be a one-time deal?"

"Because you're smart?"

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Pusheen is still in our bed when I wake up the next morning, but Miceli isn't. I get up to use the bathroom and find him in the en suite filling the tub.

I approve. "Good idea."

Sexy times in the shower are fun and all but right now the bath looks like heaven and a side of spicy tots.

"Your cousins are going to be here in an hour. I would have let you sleep otherwise."

"But you know I want to see them. Besides, I woke up on my own." Probably because he left the bed, but I don't mention that. "I swear I can feel every muscle and they all ache."

Exhaustion drags at my body from my epic adrenaline hangover too.

Miceli sweeps me up into his arms and then lowers me into the bath.

"You do that a lot."

"It's a family trait," he says with a shrug in his voice.

"Carrying your fiancée around like a bride is a family trait?" I scoff.

"Ask Catalina if you don't believe me."

"I will." After I visit with my cousins and then sleep for about three days.

Miceli climbs into the deliciously scented water with me and I lean back against his chest.

His hands pass over my body in languid strokes.

My eyes slide closed. "Feels nice."

It feels more than nice. It feels like I'm being cherished and I revel in it.

One of his hands travels up my torso until his thumb brushes the underside of my breast. He doesn't go any further but continues those unhurried touches on either side of my body. His big hands glide over my stomach, and then between my legs, washing my thighs. He doesn't go near my core.

I'm trying to decide if I'm disappointed or not when he moves down to caress under my knees.

The leisurely touches send tiny sparks of pleasure along my nerve endings. My eyes flutter closed and I slip into a place of half awareness.

My brain fills with pleasant, peaceful static as my muscles relax one by one until I'm a floating mass of goo.

Memories of yesterday are far away. Only Miceli's touch registers.

When he gently pinches both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, I feel a corresponding pulse in my clit. I moan, reaching back to touch him too.

"Shh…just relax and feel mi dolce fiore."

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