Page 42 of His Vow
Not so cocky now.
“Fuck, Luce,” he groans. “When did you become so filthy?”
I chuckle, enjoying the way he shifts in his seat. The tent forming in his shorts must be getting uncomfortable.
“I didn’t always tell you everything.”
From the side view I have of his face, I can tell his brows have dropped down into a frown. The one he would always get when we discussed sexual partners—long before sex between us became a possibility. Now that I know it’s guaranteed, I’m enjoying watching him squirm as he imagines what secrets I’ve kept from him.
He doesn’t respond until we’ve navigated the next bend. “Do you want to suck my cock?” he asks in a raspy voice I’ve never heard him use before. If this is his bedroom voice, then I’ll do way more than that.
“I’d consider it a wifely duty.”
“It wouldn’t be a duty.” He growls, “You’d enjoy it.”
“I’m sure I would.”
The rumble of laughter comes from deep in his chest, and it’s one of the sexiest sounds I’ve heard from him. “Then I think that could be arranged. But for now, do me a favor. Look out the window, and try to keep those dirty thoughts sealed behind your pretty lips until we get home.”
I do as he suggests, crossing my legs against the ache between them. With any luck, leaving him to concentrate on the drive will get us there sooner.
One step into the villa, and Ant drops our beach bags, grabs me around the waist, and throws me over his shoulder.
“Is this your delayed attempt at carrying me over the threshold?” I ask from my upside-down position.
“Sure, let’s call it that. But I didn’t think you were into all the traditional marriage trimmings,” he jokes, striding along the hallway.
“I could be convinced.” Honestly, I like him taking charge. And the hand on my ass feels pretty good too.
I wriggle a little, and as I’d hoped, it earns me a playful slap. Sex with Antonio is shaping up to be a lot of fun.
He stops in the bathroom, placing me on the marble counter, which holds two sinks and runs the length of the room.
“Now what?” I ask him.
“Well …” He looks at me like I’m a puzzle he needs to solve. I don’t like that he’s still second-guessing having sex with me. I’m sure if I were any other woman, he’d have had me stripped naked by now.
“How about I make this easier.” I jump down off the counter, then undo the ties on my bikini top so it falls to the tiled floor. Next, I slide the bikini bottom down my legs so the small red triangles of fabric land on top.
My eyes lock on his, the darker rim of blue turning his pale irises smoky with desire; I can’t look away. And I’m pleased to see he can’t either.
His fingers drop to the waistband of his board shorts. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, with one eyebrow higher than the other. It’s an expression that’s as familiar as my own but now holds a very different meaning for me.
“Ant, I’m serious. You’re no longer just my friend, you’re my husband.” I place my palm in the center of his bare chest, and I swear I can feel his heart racing beneath it. I know he wants this as badly as I do. “We’ll always be friends, but I also want to be your wife.”
My spare hand slides to rest on his hip, and his heated gaze rolls over my naked body again. The Adam’s apple in his throat shifts, but still, he doesn’t move.
“Cavolo, Antonio, this is a fucking marriage. Deal with it,” I shout, only an inch from his lips so he can taste my words. Then I step around him and into the large double shower. When I turn the tap on, my hand continues to grip the lever. I need something solid to hold on to because it’s debatable that I’d be able to stand on my shaking legs without it. Antonio has lit a fire in me that only he can put out. I just don’t know why he’s holding back.
Tepid water cascades down my back, doing nothing to douse the flames. Until he moves to stand behind me, blocking the flow. Two strong arms bracket my chest against the tiled wall. Our bodies don’t touch, but I feel the heat of his nakedness, and my eyes flutter closed in anticipation.
“I want you so fucking bad it hurts, wife.”
The breath I was holding whooshes from my lungs. “You have me.” And that’s all the encouragement he needs for him to press against me.
“Spread your legs wide,” he growls so close to my ear that I feel his warm breath against my cheek. “Can you feel what you do to me? How hard my cock is for you?”
It’s impossible to ignore his hard length pushing against my lower back.
