Antonio ( Underworld Mafia Romance 3)

“Understood,” I tell him.

“What?” Antonio asks.

“Nothing,” Ned answers. “I just told her about that book I found under your bed once.”

What book?

“Think of it as my wedding present,” he adds with a grin and a wink.

Antonio’s eyes narrow even as I notice a tinge of red on his cheeks. Now I’m curious.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Paul interrupts from the stage. “Again, let’s give a round of welcoming applause to our newlyweds, Dr. and Mrs. Woods.”

Applause fills the barn. Antonio leads me towards the stage but stops when we’re in the middle of the dance floor. He turns to me and grips my waist.

“What are you doing?” I ask him, confused.

“Something I didn’t get to do last time,” he answers before giving me a whirl.

“Now?”

Is he crazy? He knows the dancing doesn’t start until after we eat, right?

As the music starts to play, Antonio grins. “Now is always the best time.”

Chapter Fourteen

Antonio

“Three. Two. One. Now!”

I take my hands off Triss’s eyes so she can open them and see what I’ve prepared – my favorite spot with lanterns perched on rocks and hanging from tree branches to aid the stars above and the fireflies in dispelling the darkness. I’ve also set up a lace canopy instead of a tent, a mattress and pillows beneath it.

Triss put her hands to her throat as she gapes. Excitement shimmers in her wide amber eyes. They may just be the brightest thing in this haven.

“It’s beautiful,” she says when she finally finds her voice. She turns to me with an expression of awe. “It’s like something from a fairy tale.”

I touch her cheek. “That’s because even for just tonight, I want you to believe in happily ever after.”

Triss snorts. “There’s no such thing, but thank you.”

She squeezes my hand.

“You’re welcome. It’s your wedding present, actually.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “But I didn’t get one for you.”

“Sure?” I stroke her cheek as I gaze into her eyes. “Because I can see one right in front of me.”

Triss grins. I cup her face and kiss her lips. When she kisses me back, I lift her off her feet and carry her in my arms. She lets out a giggle that vibrates through me, music to my ears.

I can’t wait to hear more of the sounds she’ll make.

I carry her to the canopy and set her down on the mattress. She looks at me with questioning eyes.

“Are we really doing it here? Outdoors?”

“Why do you think I put a bed here?” I answer. “Besides…”

I lie down beside her.

“No one can see us here. Or hear us.”

I grasp Triss’s chin and claim her mouth. When she parts her lips, I wait for her tongue to come out. I suck the tip then rub my tongue against hers before sealing her lips with mine. Inside her mouth, our tongues continue to dance. Triss moans and the sound sends a gush of heat down my spine.

I search for the zipper behind her dress. She isn’t wearing the white one any longer. This one’s black with pink flowers. Still, it looks good on her and I don’t want to ruin it, so I pull the zipper down carefully, all the way past her waist.

Once her back is open, I start to peel the front. I noticed she’s not wearing a bra, so I break the kiss to relish the sight of her breasts. I take one inside my mouth.

I suck on Triss’s breast and she gasps. I caress the other one and rub her nipple as I circle its twin with the tip of my tongue. The peaks harden just like my cock. I twist one gently and tug the other between my lips. Triss lets out a louder moan. Her hands clutch my hair.

I continue to peel off her dress so that she’s just in a pair of black lace panties that ride low on her hips. I have the urge to rip them off but I leave them for now.

I plant a kiss on the scar I saw the day I met her instead. Triss draws in a breath.

“That tickles,” she complains half-heartedly.

“What caused it?” I ask curiously as I trace it carefully with my fingers.

Now that Triss is my wife, I want to know everything about her.

“A shard of glass,” she answers. “I dropped a bottle of tequila and broke it. Jim got angry.”

I can’t help but feel angry too. My jaw clenches.

“I wish you’d never met him,” I say.

“Me, too,” Triss says. “But I should have known my life was going to take a hellish turn after Harvey started taking drugs.”

“Harvey?”

“My father,” she explains. “He was the one who sold me to a Jim for a month’s supply of weed.”

And I thought Otto was bad.

“Your mother didn’t stop him?” I ask.

“My mother was dead by then. Hit and run. Her death is the reason my father lost his mind.”