I lose sight of his face when he drops his mouth down to mine for a deep kiss.
“You won’t be hearing me complain about that.” He lifts me off the table. “I need a shower.”
“Me, too. I’m all wet.”
Hearing him groan, I laugh as he carries me into the bathroom and sets me down so he can turn on the water. Pulling his T-shirt over my head, I don’t drop it in his clothes hamper. I take it to my overnight bag and shove it inside. I think I’ve taken one of his shirts each time I’ve stayed over at his place. I’m starting to get quite the collection.
“If you keep taking my shirts, I won’t have any to wear,” he tells me, tugging my hand and pulling me into the shower with him.
“You have a million shirts. It will take me forever to collect them all.” I smile as his hands start to roam over my skin with a bar of soap that smells like him. “Besides, when you’re working and I don’t get to sleep with you, I like having them to wear to bed at night,” I say.
He smiles softly before touching his lips to mine.
“You get me for two more nights.”
“I know.”
Last night was the first one he had off in about four days. I missed sleeping next to him, feeling him curled around me all night. Really, I just missed him. I’ve gotten more than a little used to having him around, waking up and having breakfast with him, working with him at the pizzeria in the evenings, then going home to his place or mine. It’s been nice—more than nice. It’s crazy how quickly we’ve fallen into a pattern of spending all our time together. He was right weeks ago: this thing between us is working out perfectly.
Well, I kind of still need to tell him about buying the shop. Every time I’ve attempted to bring it up, he shuts me down. So I just stopped bringing it up.
“Are you ready to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” I ask him as I take the soap from his grasp and start to run it over the ridges and valleys of his abs.
“Yeah. I should ask you if you’re ready.”
“It will probably be horribly embarrassing, but I’m excited for you to meet Levi and Wesley. I think you guys will get along.” I look up at him and add, “My mom will probably hint at marriage and babies and all kinds of other things that are way too soon to talk about right now, so don’t freak out when that happens and run for the hills.”
“I won’t run. I’d like to remind you about my mother—it’s not like she hasn’t mentioned grandkids a few dozen times since we got together.”
“True.” Martina has clearly decided that since Antonio and I are together, we need to start popping out grandchildren—the sooner the better. “Our families are insane,” I mutter, dropping my eyes back to my hands as they roam over his smooth skin.
“They are,” he agrees as his fingers skim over my nipples. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do both our parents a favor and start practicing at making those grandkids for them,” he says.
My belly dips.
“Practice does make perfect,” I whisper against his lips when his mouth touches mine, and he smiles while he kisses me.
We spend the rest of the morning and afternoon practicing. By the time we’re done and we have to get to work at the pizzeria, I’m pretty sure we’re both pros.
Chapter 14
DINNER
ANTONIO
Leaning back in my chair, I smile. Dinner with Libby’s family has gone off without a hitch. Fawn’s husband, Levi, and Mac’s boyfriend, Wesley, are both men I can see myself becoming friends with. They seem laid-back and cool. Libby’s dad also seems like a good man, and I can tell that he loves his daughters and his wife.
“I really thought Aiden was going to cut off your balls when he found out that you snuck off to Vegas to marry his daughter,” Wesley says to Levi with a smirk.
Levi narrows his eyes at his partner and friend. “Really? Knocking up his daughter without marrying her was better?” he questions with a smirk of his own.
“I didn’t want to marry him,” Mac says.
Wesley transfers his narrowed eyes to his pregnant girlfriend.
Chuckling, I lean back in my seat and slide my arm behind Libby, resting it on the back of her chair.
“So why did you hate Libby?”
At Fawn’s question, everyone around the dinner table seems to go still. All eyes focus on me. I shift uncomfortably, then look down the table at her, wondering what to say. I shift my gaze to Aiden and squirm. Judging by the look in his eyes, I’m thinking he’s about to change his mind about liking me.