Page 79 of Ti Amo

Giovanni chuckled at the irony. Where had that man gone who wanted peace? How could he find his way back there again? And with Lorenzo at his side was it even possible?

“Che será será,”he said. “I want no drama for the next two days.”

“And your plans to marry? How are they coming along?” Lorenzo asked in a nonchalant manner that seemed a bit forced. Giovanni rose without answering. He and Mira hadn’t worked out their nuptials. His Bella was quite gun-shy when it came to revealing that she lived, when the world believed her dead. He sure as hell wouldn’t discuss his plans for her with Lorenzo. He’d given Dominic the order to leak the news to the press after the holidays. It would be a way to force her hand. Now he felt like an ass for trying to manipulate things. He’d talk to her and work it out. They’d agree mutually before anything was done.

“Good night.”

Exhausted, Mira barely made it to her room. The celebration would begin as soon as everyone rose from their beds. Her little girl and Zia had retired two hours earlier for little Eve’s bath and then sleep. Mira debated on where she slept, but Zia insisted Eve sleep with her. Rocco agreed to take another guestroom. Mira relented but vowed to keep her with her on Christmas Eve. She wanted to wake with her on Christmas morning.

Hearing the door close behind her she turned. “Merry Christmas,” she said smiling.

“Buon Natale,” he winked. “Is it Christmas already?” he asked.

“It’s after midnight so that makes it Christmas Eve.”

“Can I have my gift now?” he reached for the sash to her dress, pulling on it gently. The knot unwound and the belt fell free to her hips as her dress unfolded revealing her semi nude body underneath. Mira looked down at herself and then lifted her eyes to meet his lust filled stare. “This isn’t your Christmas gift.”

“Sure it is,” he said running his finger over the swell of her breasts, circling her nipple. “It’s all I want for Christmas.”

“It’s all you want period.” She shrugged the dress off her shoulders so that it fell free of her arms. Giovanni moved her hair from her shoulders, revealing the contour of her neck. She put a hand flat to his chest. “No love bites okay? The family will be here, and I don’t want to be around them with hickies on my neck.”

He chuckled. “I will restrain myself.” He kissed her neck.

“Good.” She rubbed the sides of his chest.

“You know I still don’t know much about your life in America.”

She smiled at him. “Of course you do.”

“I know what happened to your mother, but you never told me what happened to you. Why did you choose to move to New York? How did you meet Fabiana? Hell I want to know it all down to your very first kiss.” He massaged the side of her neck with his fingers. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tilted her head back deciding on giving him the watered down version of her history.

“I graduated high school and a friend I knew—.” Her voice trailed off. His hand slid into her panties. “Don’t stop,” he said against her ear before he slid his tongue inside.

“A friend helped me. I was accepted into Parsons School of Design in New York.” A sharp sting pierced her clit. He stroked her with light rubs of his finger to soothe her after. She sucked in a tight breath, and shuddered hard. He moved on to the hooks of her bra. The action aroused her even more.

“Where did you meet Fabiana?” His lips brushed her closed eyelids.

“School,” she said weakly before he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Mira lifted her arms to his broad shoulders and returned his passion. The kiss sent the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl. Giovanni walked her back to the bed. Tasting him, feeling him, being with him, it was so addictive, and she never tired of the adrenaline rush she received both before and after he claimed her body. Raising his mouth from hers he gazed into her eyes. Mira lowered slowly to the bed and scooted back toward the stack of pillows up against the headboard. Giovanni reached for her ankle and pulled her shoe off then removed the other, massaging her foot. He placed a soft kiss to her ankle. A single kiss, such as this one, made her blood fiery hot in her veins. She desperately wanted him.

“Tell me more, Bella. I’m listening.”

“The first boy I ever kissed was named George Hinkle, and we were in the third grade,” she teased. Her giddy response caused him to lift a curious brow.

“Isn’t that a little young for a kiss?” he said pulling her down on the bed so that she was forced to her back as her hair fanned out around her.

“Girls mature fast. Look at Eve she’s already dancing around and—.”

“No, no Bella. I’d break little toddler knuckles before any of them will get nearbambinaand her dancing moves.” He brushed his lips over her stomach. Lifting her left leg, he came down in between them, working his tongue up to her nipple. Mira closed her eyes

“My poorbambina, you are going to make her teenage years unbearable aren’t you?” He responded by letting his tongue swirl around her nipple until they swelled painfully erect. His hand searched for her pleasure point between her legs, massaging her there.

When he released her nipple and gazed again at her there was such raw hunger in his eyes she shivered with anticipation. “It’s time we work on a new addition to our family,” he said. Before she could respond his warm, moist mouth closed on the circumference of her nipple again and two fingers entered her channel slow and strong. He sucked and rolled his tongue over it repeatedly until her hips and pelvis were grinding up against his hand and his finger was thrusting in and out of her in synchronization.

“Another baby, God help me,” she exhaled. He slipped his hands under her and lifted her ass to ready her for his strike. Thickness stretched her inch after inch and her body responded. A delicious bolt of pleasure went through her when he withdrew to the head of his cock and thrust powerfully deep inside of her. The rough feel of the hair on his thighs brushing against hers made him so gloriously male to her. She gripped the boulders he had for shoulders and hooked her legs around him wanting more. Mira bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“Don’t come,” he grunted. “We aren’t even close yet.” He said in his commanding voice that made her soft and compliant.

“I won’t,” her voice returned with a quiver.

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