I love the way her eyes go wide when she bites her lip and shakes her head. “Not sure, no.”
“We’re supposed to wait for our wedding night.”
“For sex?” she says in a voice that’s so hopeful it almost makes me want to fuck her right up against this door.
“Yeah, baby. For sex.”
“Oooh,” she says. I don’t miss the way she begins to pant. “Means if you knock me up we get a shotgun wedding with a JP, hmm?”
“Yeah. It means going to my brothers and demanding a wedding now, not in the four week time frame we planned on. It means telling my mom she doesn’t get to plan her ridiculous gala she’s been dying to have.”
“Tavi,” Elise says, sliding her hands up my body to my shoulders. Slowly, she begins removing my suit coat. “You know there are ways to prevent babies, don’t you?”
“Say that again, woman, and I’ll whip your ass. No.”
She looks like she’s going to roll her eyes but thinks better of it. Good. I mean it.
“Then what do you want? You don’t want to knock me up now, you don’t want to wait to have sex…”
“Didn’t say I have a problem knocking you up now.”
I watch as her mouth drops open in shock. “You’d get me pregnant? Now?”
I shrug. “The Rossi family beliefs tells us that children are a king’s crown jewels, that they complete our lives. You’ll have my babies, Elise, whether now or later, whenever.”
“Oh. Oh, wow,” she says, biting her lip as she thinks this over. “Romeo and Vittoria don’t have children, do they?”
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
Romeo, the Boss, has been trying since he married Vittoria but they’ve been unlucky with pregnancy. As Boss, his position isn’t threatened, but I know how badly he wants a child. Orlando and Angelina’s having a child strengthened The Family. If either of us brothers has a child, it will only help us even more.
“Well. Okay, then, I knew that going into this and Angelina’s got a baby. But here’s the thing, Tavi, even if you knocked me up today, we could still get married in four weeks. I won’t be unable to get married. Things go on as planned.” She nods pragmatically. It’s the first time I’m thankful I’m marrying a woman who was raised in the mafia. I don’t have to fight the tradition and expectations.
I only have to fight her.
And then I’m kissing her, and our conversation fades into a whisper of silence.
I love the way she feels in my arms. I love the way she melts against me so our bodies merge as one. I can’t fucking wait to strip her down so we’re skin to skin, and I can feel every inch of her golden skin against mine.
I want this woman. All of her. I want to taste her pussy and feel her sex clenched around my cock. I want to run my tongue along every inch of her skin, to taste what’s mine and scorch the memory of any man that’s ever touched her from her mind. I want to own her. I want to dominate her body, suffuse her mind, and possess her heart. I want to be the first person she thinks of when she wakes and the last she thinks of when she goes to sleep. I want her for me. All of her.
I reach for her ass and hoist her up. Her legs automatically wrap around mine. I frame her face in my hands and kiss her again. I can’t get enough of her mouth, her lips, her tongue. She tastes like sweet, golden sunshine and the more I taste, the more I crave.
My dick presses up against her, throbbing. She reaches down and strokes me through the fabric, grazing the head with her thumb. My hips jerk.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan.
“I love it when you call me that,” she whispers, grinning against my ear as she kisses me.
I have to admit, a part of me’s glad she’s not a goddamn virgin. She’s confident and daring, and her boldness only makes me want her more. If she were a virgin, I’d have to take it easy, ease her into things. I don’t want to.
“You like when I call you what? Baby?”
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I like it a lot. No one’s ever called me that before, and it’s nice.”
I lay her down on the bed. “I’ll remember that. Clothes off.”
She scrambles to obey, and it only makes me harder. I watch as she tosses her clothes to the head of the bed.
She’s perfect, all curves and grace and soft skin, with a body that begs to be worshipped.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, before I kiss one little shoulder where she’s dotted with a freckle. I bring my mouth to her nipple and lick it until it hardens.