Page 19 of Claiming Jessica


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I fry up the eggs in her only pan, promising us both that I will take good care of the treasure that is finally mine.

“What are you smiling about?” my pussycat asks.

The sound of her voice turns my head. “I didn’t know you were up. Have a seat, Jessica. I made you breakfast. Or lunch.”

She nibbles on her lower lip, studying the pan curiously as she clutches a pink fluffy bathrobe around her frame. “You made me breakfast? No man has ever done that for me before.”

I clear the space between us after plating our eggs. I scoop her face in my hands and kiss her in the way only I can. “Sweetheart, there’s a whole slew of things only I can do for you, starting with a repeat of last night.” I motion to the table. “Eggs, then spread your legs.”

Jessica blushes, but to her credit, she finds her words. “I have to work this afternoon. I need to go in for a few hours and help organize the books in the basement for the used books sale. I don’t think I have time for another round.” She motions to me. “You’re my mirage, but you’re still here. I thought you’d be gone when I woke.”

I kiss her again, letting her know that I am real, and so are we. “Of course I’m here. But this is the last day I’ll be here.”

Her face falls. “I knew you were too good to be true.”

I kiss her again because I can’t not. “You misunderstand. I’m not staying here another night because I’m moving you in with me.” I motion around her tiny apartment. “This place isn’t safe. Plus, I want you with me, and I’m not moving in here. I like my king-sized bed. And tonight, so will you.”

Jessica gapes at me, her surprise taking over her features. “You still want to be with me?”

I quirk an eyebrow at her confusion. As if the breakfast isn’t enough to show her that I want to be with her. As if the blackout orgasm I gave her last night didn’t tell her how badly I crave every sweet curve.

Instead of pointing out the lack of logic in her surprise, I lean in and deliver a chaste kiss to her full lips. “I thought I made myself clear last night. You’re mine.” I take her hand and curl her fingers so she can trace the outline of my dick through my Armani pants. “And this is yours. I’m not touching it unless I can come inside of you.” I kiss her again, feeling the whisp of her sharp inhale on my lips. “Tonight. I have to work today, and so do you. I’ll have my men move your things into my place while you’re out, and tonight we’ll start our new life together.”

When Jessica’s eyes mist over, I gather her in my arms, suddenly turning into a softy at the sight of emotion on my woman.

“What is it? You don’t have to work, of course. I just assumed you liked it at the library, what with the pajama party for the teens you threw. But only work if you like it. I’ll take care of anything and everything, and you’ll live under my roof.”

She is a curvy, thick-thighed vixen, but in my arms, she is a fragile woodland creature who clings to me as if I am her only safe space in the world. Her heart-shaped face angles up at me, staring with unshed tears in her eyes. “But I’m a mess. My life is a mess. I have nothing.” She shakes her head. “That’s not true. I have a crazy husband who won’t let me go. I’ll only drag you down. It’s selfish of me to say yes, even if you are the best dream come true I could ever imagine.”

I love that she thinks she has a choice. She clearly doesn’t know me at all if she assumes I will let her go out of some misplaced kindness on her part, thinking I need protecting from her ex.

I thumb a tear from her face the second it falls. “I have a confession, then.” I don’t want to admit this to her. I don’t want to get into any of this before I’ve buried myself in her sweet heat, but I suppose if she’s using her husband as reason to be down on herself, it’s time to come clean about how dirty my hands are.

She buries her face in my burly chest, evoking a low purr that I swear I don’t recognize on myself. Contentment rushes through me, now that she’s so near. Her voice comes out in a pinched whisper. “Yes. Just this once, I want to be selfish. Last night was the best night of my life. I’ve never come that hard, never felt so safe while being completely out of control. Then you made me breakfast? And you didn’t even get to come!” She nuzzles her nose into the crook of my neck. “I’m just turned around enough to say yes. Please, Bruno. Take me away from this crappy apartment. Take me to your home. Your bed.” She leans up on her toes so she can peck my lips. “Take me anywhere and everywhere. Please, just take me.”

The purr in my chest turns to a rumble. However hard my cock was seconds ago, it is impossibly stiffer now.

It’s the wrong time for my phone to ring. I hate whoever is calling because they are keeping me from burying myself inside of her this very second.

I kiss Jessica once before pulling my phone from my pocket. “Yeah?”

Giovanni’s voice is tight. “Brunello, you need to get home. Domani’s having one of his fits.”

Shit.“On my way.” I kiss Jessica once more, pulling back because I cannot stay a moment longer. “Tonight,” I promise her. “Family emergency, so I have to go. I’ll text you my address. When you finish up at the library, come to my house. Everything will be moved in by the time you get there.”

She nods, and I can tell she is still amazed at the turn her life has taken.

As if she is the lucky one, and not me.

I suppose it bodes well for our future if we both consider ourselves to be the fortunate one who cannot believe fate bestowed a kindness we did not deserve.

On my way out, I pause to squeeze her hand. “Don’t change your mind, okay?”

She brings our joined hands to her cheek, letting me appreciate the softness of her face before I put one foot in front of the other and head out the door.

This is the last time I will set foot in her tiny apartment. Tonight, we start our new life together in my family’s mansion.

Unless Domani tears it apart first.

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