“You don’t care if men look at me?”
“They can look all they want.” He grabbed my leg and hiked it over his hip as he started to roll me onto my back. “But only I can touch.” I wore no bottoms, so he squeezed between my thighs as he settled over me, his big dick nudging my entrance like it knew exactly where to find it. He sank inside me slowly, giving me a second to adjust since I’d just opened my eyes minutes ago, and he moaned when he finally gained entry. “Only I can have you.”
We left his home and made the drive across the island to the northern coast. It was a long drive, but his hand rested on my thigh throughout the journey, and he glanced at me from time to time, and whenever he did, he smiled.
I’d never seen Wolfe smile so much. He wasn’t exactly a smiley kind of guy.
When we arrived at the coast, the city was congested with tourists, but Wolfe didn’t show his frustration when traffic impeded our journey. Palermo was different from Taormina because the city was mostly flat before it reached the ocean, but he had a unique property that was slightly uphill on one of the streets. A three-story villa with an underground parking garageand a terrace on top, it was beautiful. Gated with no way to reach the entrance without passing through the iron gate, it was somehow secluded even in the middle of a bustling city. The house was close to the water too, a short distance to the dock and beaches.
We took the elevator to the ground floor, and I was immediately mesmerized by his property. With dark hardwood floors and colorful sculptures and paintings, it had Sicilian pops of color. There was a large statue of Medusa in the foyer, the snakes radiating from her head, made of a cerulean blue marble. His other home was far more modernized, and while a dream house for everyone, it was mostly muted in colors and flair. But this house felt cozy and warm, Wolfe’s presence noticeable even without him standing right beside me.
The downstairs had a large sitting room and a couple of rooms, along with a chef’s kitchen. There were three main floors to the place, and I assumed his primary suite was on the top floor. I examined the bright-blue plates set around his dining table and the bright-red cast-iron pot on top of an eight-burner stove.
“You like it?” he asked as he looked at my face.
“I love it.” It was about half the size of his other place, which was still enormous for me, and I loved how much cozier it felt. Felt more like a home than a mansion. I loved seeing people walk past the window on the sidewalk and cars in the road. It had this energy that I loved.
He smirked. “Come on. Let me show you the rest.”
He took me to the second floor, which had his private gym, another sitting room, and an office, and then the top floor seemed like an apartment. It had a primary bedroom, a sittingroom, another kitchen, with an expansive terrace outside that had a dining table, lounge chairs, and terra-cotta pots that held red geraniums.
I stepped onto the terrace and felt the warm sun strike my skin, felt the sea breeze enter my lungs and cleanse me of the final drops of despair. The summer sunshine hit the surface of the Tyrrhenian Sea and made it sparkle like diamonds. “I can’t believe you left this place.”
He came to my side and looked out at the view with me. “It was easy.”
“How can that be possible?” I loved the vineyards and the smell of jasmine and the hot summers in the center of the island and the rolling hills and the sight of Mount Etna in the distance, but this was like a dream.
“The second I looked at you, everything was easy.”
He took me out to dinner atRistorante Quattro Maniin the historical center of Palermo. It had outdoor seating in the walkway between the buildings, so we sat outside on the well-lit street. Picture frames were hung on the wall of the restaurant, and there were pots of cacti growing. It definitely felt like a place for locals because it was a few blocks back from the water.
The waiter came over with the biggest smile on his face. “Wolfe, it’s been a minute.”
Wolfe grinned and embraced him with one of those hand grabs that men did. “Been too long of a minute.”
“How are things?”
“Good. I was in Caltanissettafor work for a bit.”
“Well, I hope that job’s done because we need you to keep us in business.”
Wolfe laughed at the joke. “You got it, man.”
“I’ll bring you two some wine.”
“Zorin.”
He turned back before he left the table.
“This is my woman, Francesca. Baby, this is my friend Zorin.”
“Lovely to meet you.” He shook my hand then waggled his eyebrows at Wolfe before he walked back inside the restaurant.
I wouldn’t have cared if Wolfe hadn’t introduced me, but it did make me feel special when he did. Like he was proud that I was his woman. “So, you come here a lot?” I teased.
“Used to come here every week with the guys.”
“What guys?”
