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Maybe I should have just pulled my arm and left. It's not like he was going to follow me. Also, I didn’t feel the need to lie to him. I mean, meeting up with my fiancée was less scandalous than most of the other things I did. “Antonio is here. Now let me go.”
Flames set up in his dark eyes. “Gabriele said he cannot see you until the wedding. You can’t go.”
I rolled my eyes. “Tell on me then.”
When I pulled my arm, he wouldn’t let go. He was holding me so tight that despite the alcohol, it felt like it was going to leave a mark. I would have killed him if I had to cover up bruises in my wedding dress.
“I won’t tell,” Michele said with an assuring tone surprising me for just a second. And then the rest came. “If you promise not to forget our agreement.”
Ah, that thing again. My arm was feeling very uncomfortable, and I was too excited to go see Antonio, so I nodded and pulled my arm again. “Of course. Just let me see him.”
This time he let me go, but his eyes were filled with something ugly. I couldn’t find it in me to care. I was just too damn happy. My wedding was tomorrow (because at this point it was past midnight), my celebration was too fun, and after months I was finally going to see Antonio.
When I opened the side door, I saw him there waiting for me with all his glory. He was wearing a dark blue, three-piece suit. His hands were in his pockets, but he pulled them out when he saw me. He was so tall. So damn handsome despite the dark.
His face seemed a little concerned. It was probably because I was a little late. It didn’t matter. He was here.
He took a step towards me, and in return, I ran the small gap between us and jumped on him. I was actually impressed by myself because I managed to wrap myself around him perfectly even though I was drunk. Or maybe it was not about me and about the fact that Antonio caught me well and adjusted me on his body.
I kissed his smooth neck and cheek. He was freshly shaved. Just the way I liked it.
“I missed you so much,” I murmured to his neck and then pulled back to look at his face. He was so perfect like he was carved out from marble by an artist who knew just what I liked in a man. Strong jaw, hard cheekbones, smooth skin, full lips, thick eyebrows, and those damn golden eyes.
“I felt like your night was not good enough. My father said keeping your wife happy is the way to a strong marriage.”
I giggled at his words, and his mouth twitched at my reaction. He didn’t say it back, but I could tell he missed my giggles. I pressed another kiss to his soft lips. “Your daddy was damn right, Tony.”
His entire body went rigid, and he looked uncomfortable. Not in a terrible way, though. It was more like the “Priscilla is so sweetly annoying” way. At least I liked to think that.
I narrowed my eyes and tried to see the reason behind his unease. It was not too hard to guess. “Why does no one call you, Tony?” I liked Tony. It was a nice name.
Antonio cleared his throat, and his hands on my ass flexed. “I don’t like nicknames. My name is Antonio, so I prefer to be called Antonio.”
That put a huge grin on my face. “So, you won’t like it if I call you buttercup?”
His eyes widened slightly. “I would hate it. Please don’t do that.”
I bit down my bottom lip to stop my laugh. He was only tempting me more. I would be done with Tony, but now it was just another challenge for me. I loved it. “What about pumpkin pie?”
This time he knowingly squeezed my ass hard enough to make me yelp. “Priscilla,” he said at the same time with a warning tone.
I nodded with a serious face. “Okay, you are right. It was stupid of me.” He seemed relaxed, but he needed to know nothing was easy with me. “Pumpkin pie is not very tasty. You are more like a cherry pie. Delicious.”
This time he didn’t seem tense. His lips twitched, and he took a few steps to trap me between his body and the wall. He leaned down and bit down my ear. I would be even more naughty if his reactions were going to be like this.
“I thought you wanted to kiss me, not give me stupid nicknames,” he whispered to my ear.
I was going to tell him my nicknames were not stupid, but when he sucked my neck into his mouth, I simply couldn’t. My legs around his waist tightened, and I pulled his head back by his long hair. “I am not getting married with a hickey,” I murmured and then kissed his lips.
He kissed me back, and I could swear I felt a small smile against my lips, but it was probably just the alcohol in my system. It was not a real smile, but I was going to get it one day. I was going to make Antonio smile.
Not now, though.
Now I just wanted to kiss him.
I buried my nails onto his scalp and neck, deepening the kiss. I missed kissing him, and it felt almost unreal thinking I was going to be able to do this every day just after tomorrow. I loved it.
We were both hungry, licking and sucking each other’s mouths like crazy. I managed to pull back just a bit to nibble his bottom lip and whispered to the wet flesh. “Do you come all the way here just to kiss me?”
