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“Yes, well.” My huff transitioned into a moan as he tugged on my earlobe with his teeth. “Most people are willing to sacrifice their pride for a price. I can’t be bought.”

“Maybe not,” he agreed. “But I’ll have fun trying.”

“Matteo,” I breathed out his name when he sucked on a sensitive spot, my hand flying up to tangle in his hair.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

I practically whimpered when he pulled away to meet my eye.

“Never. And I meannevertake this off.” His thumb brushed over the diamond.

My brows drew down at his request. “I’ll have to when I do things like bathe the girls, or—”

“No.” Voice firm, he cut me off. “Never, Summer. I need you to promise me.”

There was something lurking in those dark chocolate depths, something that almost looked like fear.

“O-okay. I won’t take it off. Promise.”

All the air left his lungs in a rush. “Good. Now, when can we make this official? I have a fully vetted priest on standby.”

A sound of pure disbelief escaped past my lips. “Uh . . . I’m not Catholic.”

Matteo waved a dismissive hand. “I’m paying him enough to pretend that you are.”

Why did that not at all surprise me?

“We haven’t even talked to Bianca about any of this.”

“She’s going to be thrilled. She loves you.”

My fingers plucked at the bandages covering my left leg from mid-calf to mid-thigh. “Is it too much to ask that I be able to walk down the aisle?”

“I can—”

“By myself,” I clarified.

“All right. Once you’re back on your feet,” he agreed. Then a mischievous sparkle twinkled in his eyes. “You know . . . I did some research on burn recovery. And you know what I learned?”

I had no clue where he was going with this. “What?”

“That increased blood flow helps promote healing. And do you know what increases blood flow?”

“Uh . . .”

“Orgasms.” He began to inch up the hem of my dress.

My eyes widened. “Matteo, I don’t think—”

“Lie back and relax,dolcezza. Let me make you feel good.”

Any additional protests died on my lips when he hooked my panties to the side and placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss right to my core.

He ate at me lazily, almost like he was savoring the most tender piece of fruit. Even though the strokes of his tongue madeexcruciatingly slow passes through my slit, my back arched, bliss streaking through my bloodstream.

My hand tangled in his hair, and I panted his name. “Matteo.”

Dark eyes locked on mine with his face half hidden beneath my mound. It was the most erotic sight but insanely intimate at the same time. Like we were connected on a deeper level.