Page 131 of Vows of a Mobster
Entering the bedroom, I found her small body tucked in my big bed. She must have fallen asleep reading, waiting for me. I stripped out of my clothes, leaving only my boxers on, washed up and crawled into bed. Knowing how much she cared about her kindle, I moved it over onto the nightstand and clicked the lamp off.
Wrapping my arms around her body, I pulled her closer to me. I had never needed a person in my entire life, but I needed her.
She stirred and opened her eyelids.
“Hey,” she murmured dreamily. She was relaxed, all her guard down.
“Hello, Bellissima,” I murmured, pressing a kiss onto her lips.
“I missed you,” her arms wrapped around me and she pressed her soft body against mine. It was all it took to get me hard for this woman. Yes, I was pussy whipped for this woman before I even touched her. She was my woman.
“You’re tired,” I tried to give her a way out.
“I’m also horny,” she muttered, smiling lazily and rubbed herself against me. Her hands roamed down my abs, lowered into my boxers, and her soft hand wrapped around my shaft. “It seems you are too.”
My cock wanted her, any time of day or night. I was insatiable when it came to her. It didn’t care about any other shit. Her history didn’t matter, her secrets didn’t matter. She was the only thing that mattered. Her eyes that shone like stars when she was happy, her lips that kissed me giving me everything, her body that burned under my touch. The last thing I wanted was her heart and her soul.
“Did you touch yourself?” I rolled her on her back, spreading her legs with my knee. She was so accommodating, arching her back, pressing her pussy against my cock.
“I tried,” she rasped, her hands pulling my boxers down. I helped her and discarded them onto the floor. “I couldn’t get off.”
I smiled, pleased at that admission. Pulling her babydoll over her head, she was in front of me in all her beauty. Those nipples were begging for me.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered hoarsely, taking her nipple between my teeth.
She arched her back, a soft moan filling the silence of the room. Fuck, it was unreal how much I wanted her. In all my years, there was nothing I needed and wanted as much as I did Brianna.
I gently bit her nipple and her hands tangled in my hair.
“Tell me.” I moved to the other nipple, sucking it. She loved my attention on her breasts.
“You. I just want you,” she breathed in a whisper. My eyes snapped to her face but her eyes were closed, desire written all over her face. She was lost in pleasure, owning it. Demanding it. I would give it all to her. I kissed my way up her neck, taking her mouth in a demanding kiss.
I would give it all to her and would take it all. She was mine. Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to cherish.
Taking her face between my hands, I ordered, “Open your eyes, Brianna.”
She watched me under heavy eyelids, her gaze hazed with desire.
“Marry me, amore."
A small gasp escaped her and shock filled her lips.
“Marry me,” I repeated and pressed my lips against hers. I would keep her and her daughter safe for the rest of my life. They were mine, part of me. I would burn down cities and start wars, if necessary, to keep her safe and with me.
Forty-Seven
Brianna
Iwasn’t sure if it was my sleepy state that made all this seem surreal. Mateo watched me like there wasn’t anything else in this world, but me.
“Marry me.” I heard the words again. I didn’t dream it. His voice was firm, his eyes on me, telling me he wanted me. This was a man that knew what he wanted, what he needed.
He asked me to marry him. It wasn’t expected, we hadn’t talked about our feelings at all. I was falling for him, hard, but I kept it to myself. I refused to admit it out loud. Each second spent with him made me like him more. The way he cared for Emma and me, his little ways to ensure we were both okay.
But could I marry him? Did he think I was pregnant? I had another few days before my period was due.
I moved up to him, my lips meeting his. Our kiss was passion, desperation, and need all wrapped in one. His tongue swept into my mouth, entangling with mine. I wrapped my arms around the nape of his neck, holding onto him like he was my last piece of rock left.
