Page 2 of Saving Mr. Norcross
She felt that deep voice right to her core. “Morning.” She turned in his arms, went up on her toes, and kissed him.
“You slept well?”
“I did.” She pressed a kiss to his muscled chest, very happy that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her husband was incredibly gorgeous. Thankfully, most people didn’t realize how attractive he was since the first impression they got of him wasdangerous. Vander radiated “don’t fuck with me” vibes. Looking at him always set off some instinct in the hindbrain that warned you he was a man who could incapacitate everyone in the room before you even moved.
She smoothed her hands up his chest. “Thankfully, my husband did his best to wear me out last night, so I slept very deeply.”
His lips quirked. “My pleasure.”
Love flooded her. She loved when he was playful, but she loved his darkness, as well. God, and that face. The Italian was evident in his strong jaw, bronze skin, and long line of his nose. He had just the right amount of stubble.
His hand shifted and hovered over her belly for a second. Her breath caught in her lungs. Then warm fingers pressed against her skin.
He was still adjusting to the idea of being a father. Hell, it had only been a month since she’d found out, so they were both acclimatizing to impending parenthood.
“I like this bikini.” He toyed with the tie on the side of her bottoms.
“I thought you might.”
“Feel okay?” he asked.
“I feel fine, Vander. It’s still early.” Her nose wrinkled. “No doubt morning sickness will rear its head sooner or later.”
His dark-blue eyes flashed. He hated anything that hurt her, especially when it was something he couldn’t control.
She wasn’t showing yet, but she liked to imagine her waist was a little thicker. She couldn’t wait until she had a baby bump.
Then his fingers shifted again, and touched her healing injury.
His face shut down.
She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Hey, I’m okay.”
“That asshole could’ve killed you. Both of you.”
“He didn’t.”
“Your job is dangerous.”
Conflicting emotions washed through her. They’d had this argument so many times over the last two weeks. “And I could walk out on the street and get hit by a bus. Life is full of risk. I’m careful and I’m good. You know this.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
“Vander—”
He nodded and stepped back. “We should have some breakfast. We’re meeting Rhys and Haven so we can tour the Greek theatre ruins.”
Frustration filled her chest—an ugly mix she hated.This. He kept shutting her out like this. “We need to talk about this, Vander. I want?—”
“Later. Right now, let’s have breakfast.” He swiveled and strode back into the villa.
She closed her eyes. It would be fine. They were a team. He’d get over this crazy overprotectiveness.
Her hand clenched and she pushed away from the railing, tamping down her worry, and followed him inside.
“Oh my gosh,I don’t think I’ll need to eat for a week. That pasta wasdivine.”
Vander held the door open for his sister-in-law. Haven was a slim, pretty brunette who adored his brother. She smiled her thanks at Vander, her cheeks flushed from wine and laughter.
