Mr. and Mrs. Rossi

Her mouth ached for his lips to touch. Her calves swayed her body. Dante dipped his head down and obliged, breathing life into her with each stroke of his tongue. Harley was seconds away from cocking her leg on his hip when he pulled away. This time, her calves could not hold her upright. Dante took hold of her shoulders, turned her around, and playfully swatted her behind. “Now go get dressed for dinner like a good little wife.”

“We’re not normal married adults,” Harley called over her shoulder as she walked back toward her bedroom. “We’re not married.”

“Chet’s an ordained minister,” she heard Dante call out, “we’re really married.”

Chapter 10

What in the hell was wrong with him?

Any given time of four free hours alone with a beautiful woman, Dante preferred to spend between her legs in every position imaginable. While he loved being between Harley’s legs, where had the desire to take her out on a date overcome him? After everything she’d gone through since meeting him, she deserved to be pampered. He wanted to sit across a candle lit dinner from her and gaze at her face. His ears begged for the sound of her moan after some of the best dishes on the island.

The bedroom door locked behind her. Getting two different rooms seemed absurd. They’d already consummated their wedding night. They’d spent the last forty-eight hours together in almost every sexual position possible. Why did tonight have to be different? But he respected her privacy, especially when the shower turned on in the bathroom. Dante closed his eyes, leaning his back against the frame and blew out a heavy sigh. Every inch of his body told him to go back into her room and drag her into his shower, but force might not yet prove his point they could work things out.

By the time Dante finished getting ready, Harley was still in her bathroom. The cold shower didn’t do much for his libido. Dante shaved in the bathroom in the hall. The shower still ran while he dressed in a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt he found in his garment bag Roman brought him. Fortunately his cell phone rang and diverted his attention.

“Rossi,” Cole’s voice came over the speaker. Cole Wentworth, his supervisor and one of his best friends, rarely cracked jokes. Cole understood the unorthodox methods needed for missions in order to get results. “When’s the bachelor party?”

“What?”

“Torres spilled the secret.”

Dante scratched the back of his head, “I wouldn’t call Harley a secret.”

“You like her enough to keep her around?” asked Cole in his even keeled voice.

Like? Obsessed, addicted, words along those lines. “We’re still debating.”

“A girl who doesn’t want to be married to you?” Cole let out a low whistle. “What happens after you catch Leonardo? She’s tied to your case, right?”

Leave it to Cole to be the voice of reason. The man was made of stone, for the most part. Dante witnessed his best friend’s life change when he met the love of his life, Rosalind Ramsey. He also witnessed the demise when the relationship ended when Rosalind could not handle the truth of what he did for a living. Roman’s wife left him when she found out. Dante banked on Harley’s understanding, given her employment with law enforcement. She could understand the long hours of the FBI. Perhaps she would be able to understand the long stretches of going MIA.

“I’ll take your silence to mean you haven’t given the future a thought,” Cole chuckled, “Well at least the thought of settling down has entered your mind, although Rosalind’s Grandma Jean will be disappointed.”

Dante chuckled also. “Tell Grandma Jean I grew impatient waiting on her.”

“Whatever. What about Leonardo? Are you going to bring him in to stand trial?”

Dante kept silent on purpose this time.

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bsp; Cole exhaled a breath instead of speaking his mind.

The pipes squeaked off in the other bathroom. Dante’s thoughts of revenge on Leonardo subsided. “I’m hanging up now.”

“Be careful, Rossi,” said Cole, “I can only bullshit so much paperwork to cover your ass.”

After hanging up the phone, Dante ran a hand through his hair and let his locks lay where they fell. His eyes caught the smooth uninterrupted white bedspread. A teal half blanket ran along the width of the bed and matched the teal and gold wall-paper. This had to be one of the nicest digs he’d been in for a while. He pressed his hands against the frame of the mattress and tested the springs. Nice and firm. A smile grazed his face.

“Dante?” Harley’s voice called from the other side of the door with a soft knock, “Can I get some help?”

Dante pushed the thought of how the evening would end to the back of his mind. “Sure,” he said casually strolling across the room to open the door.

Words did not describe the rush of desire coursing through his body at the sight of her. She took his breath away, his eyes grew large and he couldn’t swallow. She stood easily at five-eight with her heels on. The thin black straps over her shoulders held up a heart shape top that cradled her breasts. The end of the material stopped just at mid thigh, showing off just enough of those shapely legs of hers.

“Can you zip me?”

“You trust me?” he asked, after finally finding his voice.