Page 84 of Luca
I recalled his words back when we told Nonno about our marriage and my question was answered. He was serious. It should bother me. If there was decency inside me, it would. But something about his protectiveness made me all hot and bothered.
But I refused to cave into it. We had time. Like he said, he wouldn’t let me leave him. Besides, my big belly wasn’t exactly attractive. Albeit, by the way Luca watched me, you wouldn’t think so.
He bent to kiss me, softly, then trailed his mouth along my jaw.
“We could finish what we started last night.” Gosh, it was tempting. I arched against him, like a woman starved for a touch. His touch. His lips reached my ear. “Or I can just eat your pussy and give you pleasure. I want to feel you writhe under my touch. Scream my name.”
“No,” I breathed, my resolve quickly melting. I took a step back away from him. “You don’t get to fuck me after all the secrets you’ve kept from me. It would be a reward, not a punishment.”
He frowned. “Watch your mouth. Our unborn child might hear it.” God, he was taking all this to a whole new level.
“All the crap you tell me while pleasuring me and yourself,” I muttered indignantly. “Don’t preach to me, Luca.”
He grinned, a boyish grin that lifted at least five years off him. My heart sped up, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on. With him. Or with me. Or my stupid, foolish heart.
“Just imagine the pleasure I will give you when I fuck you,” he said, a seductive tone to his deep voice. Or maybe it was just my hormones. Either way, we both knew it was only a matter of time before we ended up having sex.
God, this man would make me lose my mind.
“No,” I breathed, though there was nothing firm about my voice. “No,” I repeated, more firmly this time.
He shook his head, then ran a thumb across my chin, right below my bottom lip.
“Then get dressed, my beautiful wife and let’s go meet the family.”
Damn it, I forgot all about our lunch date with Uncle and his wife. Thankfully, it was at a restaurant so we just had to make sure the service was efficient and speedy.
My brothers were coming too.For moral support, Aiden said.
“Do we have to?” My voice was a tad bit whiny.
He reached out his hand, softly running his thumb over my bottom lip.
“They can’t marry you off,” he said softly. “You’re my wife. You’re untouchable. Now let’s show them how fucking real I am about killing them if they try something.”
A strangled laugh escaped me. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about someone,” he muttered, although I wasn’t sure if I heard him right.
My heart sped up and grew. His heavy gaze met mine, the two of us drowning in unspoken words and a past that had finally caught up to us.
Then his eyes flickered with mischief. “I might even let you drive my car.” Before I could say anything, he added with a wink, “If you promise not to burn it.”
Goddamn him. He was so bloody sexy.
He gave me that boyish smile. “Get ready, my pregnant wife. Let’s go show those fuckers whose wrath they’ll earn if they try anything with you and our baby.”
“But not my brothers,” I warned him, though a stupid smile played on my lips and my heart glowed.
Despite everything that had just happened, I still felt a sense of foreboding and couldn’t understand why.
I didn’t recognize the signs.
* * *
Luca’s carpulled smoothly into the reserved spot.
True to his word, he let me drive his red Mercedes AMG Vision Gran Turismo. But I’d come to a realization, Luca was the worst backseat driver. He told me what lane to take, when and who to pass. It drove me nuts. But we arrived safely.
