Page 81 of Trouble in Love
On the very edge of the mattress that was way too small to fit us both, I sat beside him and brushed his long hair from his eyes. He didn’t flinch.
“Thank you for bringing me home, baby. No one’s liked me enough to do that before.”
Long lashes that tickled the few freckles dusting the top of his cheeks fluttered. But that was it. I slipped off my jeans and top, leaving on my pretty purple cami and briefs, then tucked in beside him, my back facing his left side. “Thank you for being so sweet. I really love your mum. Ana too. She reminds me of Holly. I love you.”
Within three beats, I felt my eyes heavy, and my breathing slow. Then, just as I fell into that peaceful place just before sleep claims you, Luca took a hold of my inner thigh and pulled me closer, pinning me down by draping his leg over mine. “Thank you for choosing me.”
Luca
As the first cracks of morning light snuck into my room, not so Little Luca twitched between my legs, letting it be known he was not so happy. I was though. Last night was the first time Polly and I had slept together withoutsleepingtogether. I’d slept like a king, dreaming my Queen confessed she loved me, sweetly kissed me, and held me in her arms. “Pol. Pol. Princess.” I whispered, sliding the thin straps of a silly, frilly nighty things she always wore off her shoulder. “Are you awake?”
“If you’re going to tell me the sun’s awake so you’re awake, then ask me to build a snowman. I’m going to tell you to fuck right off.”
I dropped my face into her soft, sweet-smelling hair and chuckled. “I wasn’t. I was going to beg for sex, but now that you mention it, how freaking good is Frozen?”
Polly rolled to face me, exposing the world’s best boobs in the process. “You’ve seen Frozen?
“Of course I have. The team watches it on the bus sometimes. All the dads say it’s because they miss their kids but think they just like it. That Hans sure was a prick.”
Polly giggled, one of her sweet ones I could imagine our own little girl doing one day and ran her hands over my bare chest. “You’re cute.”
“Huh. I was just thinking the same about you.”
“Really?” she smiled, “I thought you were thinking about sex?”
“That’s a given. I’m always thinking about sex.”
Her hand drifted, tracing the lines of my stomach then zigzagging through the light dusting of black hair that disappeared into my boxers. “I think about sex a lot too. Especially sex with you.”
“Well, I should hope so. Especially since I’m the only person you’ll ever have sex with again.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you? I have quite the reputation you know. What makes you think I can remain faithful?”
I lowered my head and took one of her pretty pink nipples into my mouth, sucking briefly before releasing. “Because I trust you ….” The other, peaked, ready and waiting for its turn, was then given the same attention. “Because you’re loving.” I scooted lower in bed and raised the hem and pressed a kiss to her somehow sexy belly button, garnering the confidence to say those three little words I’d held inside for way too long, “And because—“
“I love you,” The words burst from her lips as tears rolled down her gorgeous, flushed cheeks. “Fuck, I love you so much, Luca. I’ve never—. I know we’re not there yet. I know we are not. You only married me too—“
“Oh, we are there, baby.” I laughed, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her softly, reverently. “We are so fucking there.”
“We are?” she whispered, her voice fragile, so frightened.
“I married you because I am so in love with you, Princess. It was never about saving face or only getting you away from home, and Elias … or because of the sex.” I took my right hand from her cheek and grasped her chin. “It’s about this.” I kissed the golden band I’d slipped over her finger. “It’s about understanding and trusting each other. About knowing each other’s secrets and mistakes and loving each other all the more because of them.”
“What if there’s more?”
“More secrets or more mistakes?” I asked.
“Both. And what if I’m not ready to tell them? Or when I do, they’re too much, too dark, too—”
Hoping it would express what my words never could, I silenced her with a kiss that sent tingles down to my toes. “Whenever you are ready. Whatever they are, I’ll be here, and nothing will change. I promise.”
Polly almost purred beneath me. Purred like a little a kitten stretching in the sun. I guessed my words were okay after all. Tender touches and kisses quickly heated. Our slick bodies moved as one, grinding, rolling, and rubbing until her hand slipped between us and gripped my suddenly hard cock. “I’ve never told anyone I love them before. Is it bad that I want you to absolutely rail me? It won’t … ruin the moment?”
“If having my beautiful wife tell me she wants me while running her thumb over the top of my cock is considered bad, then color me red and call me Satan ‘cause I never want to be good again.”
“You’re an idiot,” she laughed, stroking me harder before slipping me inside her soaking wet pussy.
“An idiot you love fucking into your sweet puss—.”
