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“Your nephew?”
I nodded, making my nose brush his briefly. “I love Gabriele, and I love Kira. I have loved her since I met her. I always rooted for them. But I think I love Adrian more than both of them. He is so cute. He doesn’t cry a lot. He is an easy baby, but he is also an attention seeker. If you are holding him, you have to only focus on him, or else he would throw a tantrum.” I smiled, remembering his cute face.
Antonio’s thumb brushed my cheek soothingly. “Clara’s like that too.”
“I noticed,” I said with a small giggle.
“Do you steal Adrian’s strawberries too?”
This time a deep laugh escaped me. “I can’t help my love for strawberries.”
He pulled back to watch me laugh. I still couldn’t understand what he was thinking every time I laughed or smiled. He looked at me like he couldn’t stand it but also wanted to see it forever. He was a complicated man to understand.
“You love kids,” he stated.
Even though it was not a question, I nodded. “I do. I always loved babies and toddlers and kids. I can’t wait to have my own.” Maybe it was too much to say right now, but we didn’t have months to get to know each other. He should know what I wanted. “I didn’t have a good relationship with my dad or my mom but always wanted to give that to my own children. A happy family.”
“You want a family?” he asked. I couldn’t tell if he thought it was good or bad.
“I do. People think I am too young for it, but I really do want to get married and have a baby.”
He kissed the tip of my nose, melting every cell in my body. “I am sure you will make a great mother.”
“How do you know that?”
Antonio swallowed hardly again. “Because you have so much love to give.” Like his mother. I wondered if he disliked me because of it. I mean, according to what he said, he could not dislike me, but still, I wondered… was he jealous because I had love and he didn’t?
He could have it too. He was going to have it. He was going to love me.
I wanted to feel him. I wanted to take his breath away. So, this timeIkissedhim.
I pulled him by his neck and pressed my lips to his. I didn’t want to wait, though. Just when his hands came to my waist, pulling me closer to him on the hood, I licked his lips. He let me deepen the kiss immediately. He wanted me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
It was my fairytale. He was my prince.
I needed him to know it too.
I kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. I kissed him until he was between my legs and my lips were numb. I needed him close. I needed him forever.
When I pulled back, his eyes were a little lazy. Considering his icy expression, this was the best I could get from him. I nibbled his bottom lip and whispered with a husky tone, “You said the other side of the hill is noisy. Why is that? What do people do here?”
He leaned in and sucked my neck, making me gasp. Then his teeth came to my ear. He was making me crazy. I was impossibly wet for him. “They come here to fuck.”
My breath hitched at his tone. I wanted nothing more than let him fuck me, fill me, pleasure me. But I had to stick to my self-control. I was not a quick fuck. I was his forever. I need to make him understand.
I shook my head with a small smile. “I am not fucking you here, Antonio Mazzoni.”
The tip of his nose brushed my neck, smelling me. “You are not?” he murmured when he reached my ear. Then he pulled back to look into my eyes, but his hips came closer. I let out a breath as I felt his cock pressing into me. “You seem like you want to,” he said, so very amused.
I rolled my hips once, earning a grunt from him. I simply couldn’t help it. I was dying for some friction. “I want to,” I admitted. His lips returned to my neck again. “But I can’t risk it. I can’t risk you.”
When he looked at me, his forehead was wrinkled. He was not looking at me with lust anymore, but he was still hard between my legs, and his hands were massaging my thighs. “What do you mean?”
“I am emotional. I can’t have sex with you and walk away. I need more. I need love.”
His body went rigid, but he didn’t step back. He kissed my lips softly. I imagined I saw something like pain flash in his eyes. “I can only give you pleasure, Priscilla.”
“I think you are underestimating yourself,” I said, hopeful. Antonio only shook his head, kissing me again. I was not going to give in. I was not disposable. I had to mean more to him than a few minutes. “I can’t give myself to you without knowing this is something real.”
