Inked By The Mafia Man

It makes my heart beat quicker, harder, my hands tighten on his muscled arms, my sex screams at me, and my soul soars like tattooed wings.

I wake in Luca’s arms, afternoon sunlight filtering through the window, my cheek resting on his chest.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” I murmur sleepily. “I have to say, meeting you isn’t doing wonders for my sleeping pattern.”

I think he’s asleep at first, but then he chuckles softly, his hand tightening on my shoulder. “Luckily, I don’t want to sleep. It’s enough just being with you.”

“Where’s Jackson?” I ask.

“Olga’s walking him; then she’s going to feed him. He’s taken a real liking to her.”

“As long as he’s safe.” I kiss Luca’s chest, certain I can feel his skin burning up through his T-shirt. “And, well, I guess that means….”

My nerves try to stop me and take me prisoner, like they did last time. But my body has been thrumming and tingly and needy ever since he returned, especially now that I know there’s a purpose to it all, an endpoint, a happily ever after I never could’ve dreamed of before.

But that doesn’t mean I can immediately push all the swirling uncertainty away.

Luca shuffles down the bed, so we’re face to face, his hand resting on my hip. His silver hair gleams in the sun. His body looks massive and capable in the workout shorts and T-shirt, his lips twisted into a smirk.

“Yes,” he says passionately, as though reading my mind. “It means we’re alone.”

I swallow, a shiver touching me, trying to ruin the moment.

“What if I can’t? What if I mess up again?”

“You didn’t mess up last time,” he growls. “You were nervous, and I get that. But trust me, Lena, I don’t mind trying a thousand times if that’s what it takes.”

“You won’t get impatient?”

“Impatient?” he laughs gruffly. “We’re going to be together forever. I think that’s enough time.”

My insides tighten, my instincts pulsing, everything seeming hotter and more important and steamier.

My panties feel wet, as though I’ve been dreaming about him. Or my body gets excited just from being close to him, my man, even when I’m sleeping.

“How many?” I ask.

“What?” He pauses. “Kids?”

I nod, and he smirks – no, smiles. He smiles.

“Enough so that we never get any peace. Enough so that our home is full of laughter, happiness, and stuff I never thought I’d have.”

“Or me,” I whisper. “Until I met you.”

“So what is that, eh, maybe four or five?”

“That sounds just about perfect,” I say softly.

“But to get there….”

My lips spread into a wide smile as his hand trails over my hip and my legs. And then he squeezes, and the smile vanishes, a moan escaping me instead, my skin already sweaty and sensitive and ready for more.

“Just remember what I said,” I whisper.

“No more worrying,” he growls.

He kisses me before I can respond, crushing his lips into mine, an inferno of passion raging between us the second our lips make contact. My body responds like a reflex despite the nerves trying to latch onto the moment.

I writhe against him, moaning through the kiss, my hand coming up to claw onto his arm. He snarls and pushes closer to me, rolling over so that he’s on top of me, his powerful arms holding him up, so he doesn’t lay his whole weight atop my body.

His manhood drives against my belly, rock-solid, ready.

But am I ready?

I move my hands down over his back, slipping my fingers beneath his shirt, feeling his bare skin.

His muscles have never felt stronger, as though they’re going to burst free like there’s an animal inside of him, and it’s my job to tame it.

Tame it with my body, show him he can have me, always.

My mind tries to flit to the last time we tried when his massive cock was pushing against my entrance. And the more he pushed, the sharper the nerves became, as though trying to betray my desire.

I hold onto him tighter, then he growls and shifts away, clawing at his T-shirt. My hands rush to help him.

Despite all the uncertainty trying to bite into the moment, my body knows what to do. It wants to chase that sharp, hot lust, the beautiful steamy thing that started in his office.

My tattoo pulses as he lays his bare chest against me, his chest solid, his breath coming deep and hot as he leans down to kiss me again. But I’m not flying away from anything now….

I’m here, finally, at the place I belong.

With my man.

I love you, I almost scream, as our hands go into overdrive, and we strip each other hungrily.

I can’t say that now. It would ruin what we’re doing now and before it’s even started. But what if I can’t….

Letting the question fade away, I focus on the now, on my man as he stands at the edge of the bed. He’s tall and naked, and his muscles ripple. He looks at me like a wild wolf returning after too long in the cold, ready to attack me.