Page 38 of Straight, No Chaser
Fuck. As much as I was hoping I could avoid this conversion, even I'm not stupid enough to realize it wasn't inevitable. I just want to fuck her. Marry her. Fill her womb with my babies and live a gloriously happy life with her in my bed and by my side. That's enough for me.
But that's not enough for her. Especially before she can completely give herself to me. Before she can have confidence in her decision that I'm the one. Which is humbling and fucking terrifying at the same damn time.
"Maybe I can't give you what you need."
Fuck that. She's exactly what I need, and she has to understand it. No hesitation. So fucking dumb to think we'd made it past the uncertainty from our conversation on the plane. We're there now. At the tipping point for her real decision. For her to really accept me. Us. Not out of obligation or fear. But because she wants more with me. As much as I want with her.
I don’t have the luxury of stuttering and choose my words so fucking carefully. “That’s Ty’s playroom. Ty is into that lifestyle.”
“You aren’t?”
"No."
"But you were, right? Ty told me...before you used to..."
My pulse throbs in my pounding head. He wouldn't fuck up and tell her about Rachael. But I don't know what other stupid bullshit my fucking asshole brother could have said. "What?"
"That you both...together you'd..."
Unable to say the words, she hides from me. Rolling my tie around her finger. Over and over. The blue silk yo-yo's up and down with only a hint of her purple fingernail peeking out. Keeping the space between us that I need to close. "Some girls want to be dominated. But that's not sexy to me."
"It's not?"
I totally get her real question embedded in her words. That maybe what she offers isn't what I desire. What I survive for. “No. I don’t want to hold you back with handcuffs or whips.” Sliding my hands under her chin, I lift her head. Forcing her timid gaze to see my confidence. "I want to watch you fucking fly.”
“In your bed?”
My dick screams from her whisper. “In everything.” She comes alive again, her body tips closer, her cheek nuzzling my palm. “You don’t have to be anything but yourself to make me happy. That's all I want from you.”
"Me too."
Her fingers tap the muscle shielding my pounding heart. Warming my skin even through my shirt.
"See? This is the real Luciano. The man I know that's inside of here. That's what I want from you."
Just like I promised, from now on, that's who she'll always get. Even if the real me isn't who she thinks I am. I fucking swear I'll only show her the version of me she can love. Will love. "Always."
So as good Luciano, I help her out of the SUV. Tuck her small hand into mine as I lead her through the parking garage and inside the lobby. Force myself not to put a bullet between the eyes of the desk clerk whose lips curl into a knowing smirk when I tell him we aren't to be disturbed. Not bite her nipples through her sheer dress while my hands slide up her skirt on the elevator like I normally would a woman I'm getting ready to fuck.
Instead, I mimic her delirious smile. Stroke over the thin silver belt circling her waist as I nestle her back to my chest. Nuzzling her neck while we wait for the brushed metal doors to glide apart. Caressing her delicate fingers while we stroll to the suite.
The perfect gentleman.
Until I close the door.
Because I want to fully appreciate my angel before I ravish her.
"Oh look! Champagne!"
An ornate cheese and fruit tray sits next to the black bottle. Tendrils of smoke still wisp from the neck. A lavish spread covers the table that I'd love to shove off and lay her down to savor instead. She taps her flute against mine before taking a long sip. Gorgeous eyes sinking shut as she enjoys her drink. Fucking amazing watching her face flush with pleasure. Which I'm going to fucking love giving her more of tonight until she's spent.
Unable to hold back a second longer, I set down my glass. As lame as it sounds, I feel like I've waited my whole fucking life for this moment. To make love to this woman who's going to be my wife. The mother of my children. My entire fucking universe.
Greedy to seduce her, I lick across her bare shoulders, her skin like velvet under my tongue. Tasting as fucking sweet as she smells. She trembles under my lips as I kiss down her spine, more and more of her smooth back exposed to me as I glide open the zipper. Overcome, her flute slips from shaking fingers, tumbling to the floor when my hands stroke under the glittery straps, sliding them down her arms to expose her naked breasts.
I may not know shit about how these push up dresses work, but when they get me to her incredible tits so easily, I'm going to buy her a fucking thousand of them. I cup the heavy mounds, overflowing in my hands, stroking the supple flesh again and again closer to her dark pink nipples. Torpedoed with desire. I swear to fucking god the nubs pulse for me, her body arching to follow my strokes, Whimpering with a strangled moan the moment my thumb brushes over them.
"Luciano."
