Page 101 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

“What’s going through your head, Micetta?” Aurielo asks. He stops just beside the bed, his boxers in his hand. I hadn’t even realized he’d been holding the thin piece of fabric, but he’s made no intention of wearing the clothes.

“You’re naked.” The words squeak out.

“I hadn’t noticed.” He smirks and glances me over. “You look flushed, Karina. Are you feeling all right?”

He’s playing with me. He must be. Of course, he knows that the reaction he sees is because of what he’s doing. It’s not every day that I see a gorgeous naked man at my bedside.

I swallow nervously. “I’m fine. You should put something on before you get cold.”

“Is that what you really want?” Aurielo asks.

“Yes,” I rasp. I don’t sound the least bit convincing.

He shrugs and pulls on his boxers, doing as I’ve asked of him. I can’t help but feel disappointed, but it’s for the best. We can’t be sleeping together, aside from actually sleeping.

“That’s too bad. I was hoping to give you a full body massage,” Aurielo says as he shuffles around the bed and climbs under the covers.

My cheeks must be burning. I’m sweltering under the covers. Did he turn the heat up in the bedroom to make me want to strip down naked and join him?

I don’t see a separate thermostat for his bedroom, but I wouldn’t put anything past him.

I groan and roll from my back onto my side, facing away from him. I toss the book on the bedside table. There’s no way I’m going to get two words read at this rate. The only thing I can still see is Aurielo’s naked torso in my head.

Fuck.

I’ve never felt so horny in my life. Not even during my pregnancy when I was craving sex. My vibrator had to suffice at the time. But I don’t have that now, and if I so much as touch myself, Aurielo might find out.

The temptation is there, the curiosity of how he’d react, but I’m nervous too. He’s hot and domineering. I’m not sure how he’d react to his wife masturbating in bed beside him.

I’m sure he has plenty of fantasies, and he probably does something about it in the shower, where no one else has to know.

“Goodnight,” Aurielo says and reaches across me to turn off the light.

I can smell him.

It’s a mix of wood and sweat. His scent is intoxicating.

I inhale a sharp breath.

Aurielo stares down at me.

Caught.

“Everything okay, Micetta?” he asks. There’s a smile on his lips, like he knows what I just did.

Fuck my life.

Seriously, could my night get any worse?

“Goodnight,” I mutter and roll onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow.

He chuckles beside me. His mood is light. I don’t understand how, after all he’s seen and done that he can be so chipper and warm. It doesn’t fit.

He doesn’t fit the mold that I’ve seen and expected. It bothers me.

I should hate him.

Despise him. And not be the least bit aroused by him.

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