My head lolls back and I see more blurry lights and the city move by out the window. Finally, his hands go super-tight on my hips as he spills into me, burying his face into my neck with a sexy moan.
“I had a vision of fucking you in this dress way before we got started. Fucking you rough in this dress. Coming on this dress.”
“Did you come on it?”
“No,” he says, “Felt too good to be inside you.”
“There’s always next time I wear it,” I say, and put my mouth to his.
“Yeah.”
“That was a little kinky,” I inform.
He winks.
***
Lake Como, Italy
Italy has been everything I’ve dreamt of and more. It’s been an incredible few weeks since that Friday when Killian picked me up at work. We go home tomorrow.
We’ve shopped until I know he wanted to drop (Killian indulged and spoiled me rotten), we’ve dined at amazing restaurants, seen museums, landmarks, and shows (including a play that was in Italian, but it wasn’t remotely bad, despite my request) as well as danced the night away in an outdoor street party in a little village, the night ending with a light dusting of snow.
We’ve made love under the stars, in limousines, on a train, and the other day I got felt up in a dark corner booth of a busy restaurant, being told to come quietly. I knocked the saltshaker over and banged my knee a little hard under the table but other than that, I managed to do it without alerting anyone.
We took that little train trip for an afternoon where we had passionate sex in the private berth, but got interrupted by the conductor who wanted us to know about a delay. And we got suitably covered up before Killian let him in but I’m fairly sure my pink-stained cheeks gave away that we’d been up to something naughty.
Yeah, my husband is a little kinky. Totally protective. And absolutely doting. And I find I’m completely on board with all of it.
“Um, so…” I say while zipping up the new, big suitcase. We had to upgrade our luggage after arriving because of all the shopping.
“So?” he prompts a moment later, while fixing the collar of his dress shirt.
“You didn’t have me sign any sort of prenup because we did this so fast, so I just want you to know that if you want to get me to do one when we get home… is it called a post-nup?”
“I don’t have a clue what it’s called but we don’t need it,” he says, looking at me, eyebrows knitting.
My face goes hot. “I mean, you said yourself you’re rich and I don’t want you to think I have any designs on-”
He erases the space between us and cradles my jaw with both hands, staring deep, effectively making me shut up.
It takes a minute before he speaks, but his eyes look almost angry and I find myself slumping.
“If I thought I needed a prenup I wouldn’t have married you, Violet.”
I’m biting my lip, so I release it. “You don’t know me all that well yet, Kill, and a prenup isn’t unreasonable in this day and age, especially when I come to the relationship with almost no cash, a six-year-old car, and some old upcycled furniture. You’ve got a whole lot more than that, so –”
“Yeah, it is unreasonable. Two things.”
I pull my lips tight and wait.
“We aren’t ever getting a divorce, so it’s a non-issue.”
I smile. “I like the way you think.”
“Yeah and straight up, Violet, I made my money from nothing. If I need to start over, I’ll have no problem doing that. I like having money. I like not going without. And for real, if you for some reason decided you needed to leave me and take all my money with you and I was okay with you leaving? I could give every dime I had to you and start over knowing I could make more money. I’m not afraid of more hard work.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I kiss him. “I don’t want your money; I just want you.”
“You have me. And you have all this money, too. When we get home, we’ll meet with my lawyers about the financial changes.”
“Changes?”
“Yeah. You’ll get the rundown and the list of assets in case anything happens to me and I’ll make changes to my will.”
Now my eyebrows are knitting. “Nothing can happen to you. I just got married to you. Don’t you dare let anything happen to you. I forbid it.”
He smiles and kisses me. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, but if something did happen, you’ll get it all. Mostly. Little bit for my brother.”
My chin trembles.
“Hey,” he says, cupping my jaw. “Don’t get upset.”
“That night those guys came from nowhere, Killian, I still can’t get it out of my head. I could’ve lost you.”