Page 44 of His to Keep
He does as I ask, giving me time to check out his toned body as he rotates. When he presents his back to me, I look at him with satisfaction. His tight ass is perfect and from now on I’ll be the only woman to enjoy it. We haven’t discussed fidelity yet, but he’ll get it from me, and I’ll cut his balls off if he ever cheats on me.
His skin is surprisingly free from ink, apart from a disturbing tattoo on the back of his right shoulder.
“The grim reaper?” I ask, though it’s quite clear what the dark-cloaked man with the scythe represents.
Gio smiles tightly as he turns back to me. “I got that after I was shot. It’s a reminder that he’s always chasing me.”
“Wow, what a cheery thought.”
Gio shrugs. “Maybe I’ll get another tattoo, something to represent you.”
Hmm. I like the idea of him having some symbol of our relationship on his body. “Get a kitten.” Since that’s what he calls me, it makes sense.
“I was thinking more of a thistle.”
He’s likened me to that particular flower before. “Do I remind you of a thistle?”
“Yes.”
I’m almost afraid to ask. “Why?”
Gio crawls onto the bed, moving slowly up the length of my body until he’s on top of me, his torso pressing against me. He supports himself on his elbows to take some of his weight off me. His legs are wedged between mine and his cock prods at my thigh. It’s distracting, but I still want an answer.
“Why, Gio?”
“Because they’re a symbol of Scotland.” He kisses my neck. “And they’re pretty.” His lips brush over my neck once more. “But they’re strong. Nobody should mess with a thistle.” He kisses me again. “They sting when they have to.”
That remark makes me frown. “Have I stung you?”
Raising himself up onto his palms, he smiles down at me. “Don’t worry about it.”
That’s easy for him to say, but I do worry. Has my reluctance to marry him hurt Gio’s feelings? Surely he knows that wasn’t an attack on him? My resistance isn’t because I believe he’s a bad person. It’s due to my fear of being locked into a relationship with someone I haven’t had the chance to get to know, of having my choices stripped from me again.
“Gio.” I reach up and caress his cheek.
For a moment there isn’t a sound in the room but the thudding of my heart. We stare into each other’s eyes, the emotion so intense I may suffocate. Then Gio shakes his head, just once,dismissing my concern for him. He’s not the type of man who’ll bare his soul to me and I’m alright with that. I don’t want to dissect my feelings either.
“Grab hold of the headboard.” His command changes the air between us. Desire overtakes whatever pity I felt for my sexy as sin husband.
Reaching up with both hands, I wrap my fingers around the wrought-iron bar. As Gio slides down my body and pushes my thighs apart, a tremor of nervous anticipation goes through me. We’ve been intimate before, but this is different. It’s not just sex, it’s a consummation of the promises we made to love and honor one another.
Rather than diving right in to ravish my pussy with his tongue, he kisses my inner thigh. The skin there is sensitive, and his warm lips tickle me. I can’t help wriggling.
“Hold still,” Gio says sternly, setting the tone for how this is going to go.
He parts my folds and stares down at the apex of my thighs.
“You’re wet,” he murmurs, “but we can do better.”
An involuntary shudder goes through me as Gio licks along the length of my feminine slit. He pauses to look up at me, one eyebrow arched. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then stay still.”
It’s going to be hard with the way he laps at my intimate flesh, but I guess if I want him to continue I’ll have to summon everyounce of willpower I can. He circles his tongue around my clit, drawing a deep moan out of me.
“Does that feel good?” he asks without coming up for air.
