“I’m looking forward to getting to know you,” I told him.
Surprise flashed across his face before he masked it.
“Why don’t you stay for dinner?”
His dark eyes moved to Luca, who nodded. “Aria prefers to know her bodyguards.” I stifled my annoyance about Demetrio’s need to get Luca’s approval.
Matteo and Gianna joined us as well. Demetrio was tense throughout dinner but he was polite and not too intimidating, so I felt comfortable enough in his presence.That night as Luca and I lay in bed, I asked, “Why him?”
“He’s proven his worth over and over again in the last few years. My uncle Gottardo, his father, was a worthless piece of shit, but Demetrio is a loyal soldier. I want to test him.”
“Test him?”
“I need an Underboss for Washington, and I want to give the job to him.” He stroked my hair. “And he’s deadly. He’s got no real attachments. His mother is dead, and he isn’t married or anything.”
“So you think he won’t have trouble putting his life down for me,” I said.
Luca smiled darkly. “He won’t hesitate to die for you, trust me, because if something happens to you while you’re under his watch, I’ll set a new record.”
I shivered at the undercurrent in his tone. “Record,” I echoed, though I had a feeling I knew.
Luca shook his head and kissed me sweetly, eyes softening. “Nothing will happen to you or our baby, trust me.”
“You can’t lock me in, Luca. I still want to work the books. I need to do something. These last few weeks without anything to do were hell.”
He sighed. “When you start showing, we need to keep you out of the public eye as much as possible, or at least make sure you won’t be recognizable.”
“I can get another wig,” I teased.
Luca chuckled. “That might be an option, yes.” His fingers on my waist became more and more distracting.
“What do you think about turning the small guest room into the nursery?”
“Not the big one?”
“It’s downstairs.”
He gave a tense nod. “Our daughter needs to be close to us, you are right.” He closed his eyes briefly. “How am I going to protect you and her both?”
I ran my fingers over his Famiglia tattoo. “Nothing will happen to us.”
He relaxed slightly but a hint of tension remained. I sat up and Luca’s eyes narrowed in confusion. I trailed my hands down over his firm stomach to the waistband of his briefs. I hadn’t gone down on him since we’d made up, worried my nausea would flare up if he accidentally hit the back of my throat, and that wasn’t something I wanted to happen.
He hardened immediately and desire flashed in his eyes. Yet he said, “Aria, you don’t have to do this.”
I dragged down his briefs and his cock sprang free. “You don’t want my mouth on you?”
He made a strange sound deep in his throat, half laugh, half groan. “I’m close to coming just having your face near my cock.”
I laughed, and he grinned, then tensed as I leaned down and took his tip into my mouth and twirled my tongue around him. His taste tightened my center with arousal—no sign of nausea. Encouraged by my body’s reaction, I slid more of his length into my mouth and hollowed my cheeks, establishing a slow rhythm.
Luca moaned, a low sound that made wetness pool between my legs. He watched me through half-closed eyes, shoulders flexing as he fisted the blankets. I took special care of his tip the way he liked it and cupped his balls.
“Aria,” he rasped. “Fuck, this feels so good.”
He tightened and I sucked him harder, enjoying the way his body tensed and his breathing turned ragged. I tasted the first hints of his cum but before he could release into my mouth, Luca pushed me back gently and came all over his stomach as his cock twitched.
I kept massaging his balls then moved on to stroke his muscled thighs. “Why did you do that?” I asked curiously.
Luca gave me a sated smile. “I didn’t want to risk you getting sick.”
I snorted. “I wouldn’t have thrown up on you.” Then I added, “I think. I feel pretty decent.” And it was true. My nausea was almost completely gone since Luca had returned into my life.
“I didn’t want to risk it,” he said in a low voice, then cleaned himself with a tissue before he reached for my arm and pulled me closer. “Sit on my stomach.”
I straddled him as he’d asked, and he brought his legs up so I could lean against them before he drew my legs out from under me and parted them, laying me bare to his hungry gaze.
I shivered as his eyes took their time appraising me.
“So wet because I had my cock in your mouth,” he growled, and I trembled with arousal, parting my legs a bit wider.