When Drea got his meaning, she shrieked in embarrassment while I threw my head back with a laugh. “Thank you, brother.”
Rafe nodded before making a big show of putting on his headphones. He even turned his back to us as well as the bedroom door.
My cock surged against my zipper at the idea of finally burying myself inside of Drea. At what must’ve been the pure lust in my eyes, Drea held her hand up and started backing away from me. “Leo, stay right there.”
Despite her words, the coiled tension of her body told me what she really wanted. Her protests died on her lips when I swept Drea into my arms. After giving her a hungry kiss, I said, “I’m going to stick something warm and hard in your mouth to shut you up.”
Drea licked her lips, but then shook her head. “When we get to Sicily, you can stick things anywhere you like.”
“I can?”
“But only if you promise not to touch me on this plane.”
“Too late. I’m already touching you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Nope. It’s time to do your wifely duty.”
“Keep talking like that, and these legs will remain clamped shut,” Drea growled, which caused me to laugh.
Once we got inside the bedroom, I kicked the door shut before depositing Drea on the bed. As I started unbuttoning my shirt, Drea’s eyes followed my movements. Rolling myshoulders, I eased the fabric over my biceps and down my forearms.
Drea’s greedy gaze took in my bare chest. “I love your ink.”
“Thanks. I’ll have to get some for you.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. “You would do that?”
Reaching over, I took her hand in mine before bringing it to my left pec. “I think your name across my heart would be pretty fucking sweet.”
With her finger, Drea signed her name on my skin. “Can I have your name on my skin?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Where would you put it?”
I pulled her up off the bed to stand in front of me. With a tug, the towel fell from her body to pool at her feet. As I took in her naked body for the first time, I found it hard to catch my breath.
High, firm globes with dusty pink nipples. Flaring hips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
With the back of my fingers, I rubbed the soft skin above her heart. “As tempted as I would be to put my name here, I wouldn’t do anything to mar this skin above those perfect tits of yours.”
“Is that right?”
“Mm, hmm.”
I slid my fingers down over her breast, grazing the hardened nipple with my knuckles. As I touched the top of her ribcage, I said, “This area might work. Although I speak from experience when I say it’s a really painful area.”
“I can take it,” she panted.
“Famous last words.”
“I know I can,” she huffed.
