“After our coffee, would you care to take a look? There were some art pieces I thought you might be interested in.”
There it is, the glow she had when I mentioned her Harry Potter. “Yes please, I’d love to. Do you happen to know the artist or the title of the pieces they have?”
I can’t help but laugh. I rub my lip with my finger and look back at her.
“I won’t lie to you. I have no idea who they are. I'm not of much of an art enthusiast, and I never actually looked at them.”
I stand up and hold my hand out to her.
“Come, let’s go take a look and see if there’s anything you’d like. Maybe you could bid on one piece and add a bit of yourself to our home?”
She blanches at the word our home. I don’t think I’ve really made her feel like it’s our home. She has had little chance to see or use much of the house. I’ve pretty much locked her in her room. Shit.
I link our fingers together, tugging her close to my side. We head to the farthest side of the hall, slowly walking along the tables, checking out the items up for auction. I’m not interested in anything. The only thing I want is to bring back that smile she had earlier with the coffee.
We reach the section where the art is hanging on the wall. She walks slowly ahead of me, releasing her hand from mine so she can examine each piece. She comes to a halt and takes a step forward to examine a large abstract oil on canvas painting of two lovers entwined in a dance.
They hold each other loose. The woman has her arms around her lover’s neck, his hands holding her close around her waist, tight to his. Their temples touching, their heads slightly turned towards each other, their lips almost in a kiss. It reminds me of our rehearsal dinner dance.
I note the bid number. She has one arm wrapped around her waist, her elbow bent over her hand. She strokes her lip with her finger softly as she studies the painting. I wonder if she sees what I see.
Us.
“Ti piace questo, Isabella?” (Do you like this one, Isabella?)
I step up behind her and wrap my arm around her waist,pulling her back to me, gently taking her hand from her lip and placing it by her side, holding it tight to her thigh, trapped under mine. I lean in and run my nose up her neck.
I stroke her cheek with my finger and I can feel the goosebumps break out on her skin. She nods and leans back slightly, tilting her head to my shoulder, giving me more access to her neck.
“Yes, I do. His technique is amazing. The brush strokes are bold. His use of dark colors adds an eerie depth to the painting, but the use of light and shadow on the dancing couple makes the entire piece exquisite, almost passionate.”
I hold her tighter and kiss the shell of her ear.
“I enjoy listening to you talk about paintings. It’s very sexy.”
I can feel her stiffening in my arms, ready to step away from me and I pull her tight. I cup her jaw and turn her so she faces me over her shoulder.
“Sei molto sexy, Isabella.” (You are very sexy, Isabella.)
I push my hips forward. Her eyes go wider, and she takes in a deep suck of air. I nestle my hard cock in the cradle of her ass. I splay my hand on her tummy and draw her back against me.
I grip her chin; I kiss her and I don’t care if she doesn’t want me to or who is watching. Those lips are sexy and I need to taste them. I sweep my tongue along her putty upper lip, trying to get her to open, and she finally does. And I growled my approval.
I can taste her; the essence that is Bella herself, mixed with the sweet taste of the sugar she puts in her coffee. I push my tongue in deeper and she moans, sucking back on mine lightly. She half turns and grips my wrist in her hand, and I kiss her hard. I missed her lips. That taste I crave is only for her.
“Ahem!” I open my eyes and turn to look behind me. Isabella turns away, putting her hand over her lips, her face turningred.
My father is standing a few feet away. I straighten up, still holding Isabella’s tummy. I’m not letting her get away.
“I’ve heard of art inspiring passion before. But maybe you two might want to take this home. Auctions are about to start.”
I can’t help but chuckle into Isabella’s neck as I hold her tight against me. She still won’t look at me. Her face is pink, and she’s covering her mouth with her hand.
“Come, let’s go back to the table. There are a few people I need to speak to. Before the auction begins, I will join you. I kissed her lips lightly, taking her hand and leading us back across the room to our table. She sits down as I slide her chair in for her. I kiss the crown of her head.
“I’ll be back. Would you like me to get you another coffee?” She shakes her head and whispers, “No, I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Be a good girl while I’m gone.” I wink at her, and she ducks her head, once again rubbing her thumb with her finger.
