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“Took us a long time to get to where we could spend time together,” I explain. “I don’t want to waste it.”
It takes all my courage to tell him that. Nerves hit me hard. This is all new to me. In the last two weeks, Marco has become what I’ve always wanted. I think I’m afraid to give him my trust. So, when I lay out a piece of my heart to him and admit to being scared or nervous, I panic. I’m worried he’ll change again—when he’s perfect just like this. I think he feels my reaction because his thumb brushes my cheek.
“Then my girl gets a walk on the shore with the sand between her toes.”
God. Does he have any idea that the way he talks to me makes me want to melt into a pile of goo?
“One more bite, my Princess. Then, we will go for our walk,” he murmurs, bringing a small sliver of the cheese up to my mouth. “Open for me,” he orders, his voice quiet but vibrating with so much hunger that it makes my stomach feel funny.
I lick my lips before doing as he asks. He plops off the torn piece of dessert in my mouth. I chew it, our eyes never leaving one another. I swallow it down almost afraid to move not wanting to end this moment. His eyes molten, like liquid heat and I feel my body reacting.
“You have some honey dripping along the corner of your mouth,” he responds, his voice hoarse and that causes another vibration and this one centers right between my legs.
I’m afraid to breathe, my heart beats erratically as he leans into me. His tongue slides against the corner of my lip, gathering the honey there. I whimper, unable to stop the sound. He sucks my lip into his mouth, lapping at the tender flesh along the inside. My hands bite into his shirt as he builds the fire inside of me. When he lets go of my lip, my fingers curl in tighter.
“Please, Daddy” I beg, not sure what I’m asking for, only knowing I don’t want this moment to end.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I know he loves when I call him Daddy. He hasn’t asked me to give it to him. I haven’t wanted to. Not until this moment. I know it also broke his restraint. He takes my mouth harder this time, almost on the verge of being violent. The kiss deepens in a way that makes every other kiss he has given me—all of which have been great—pale in comparison. Our tongues war and as Marco always does, he wins. I don’t mind, I surrender and do that making sure he feels it and is secure in the knowledge that I want him to take over. When he pulls away both of us are breathing hard, my lungs are burning, and I’ve filled a need so strong that I want to beg him to make love to me right now.
“You’re trying to make me remember how I fell in love with you when I was way too young to know what love was,” I gasp, unable to stop the words.
“Is it working?”
“Jesus you two. What is it with the whole eating dinner on the lap thing? Every single time I come to the dining room in the last week, you’re going at each other. You should just get a room,” Gio grumbles.
My body goes tight and Marco frowns. I can tell he doesn’t like the interruption. I don’t either.
“Careful brother,” Marco grumbles. His nose moves along the side of my face and up against the shell of my ear. “Sorry, baby,” he whispers there, making me smile and hug him close for a minute.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, my heart happy. Heck, my whole body is happy.
“Sorry, Marco. We need to talk to you about the tunnels before we continue with this contractor. He’s refusing to give us what we asked for and the other company is now booked in advance for three more months. We have to make a decision by the end of the week.”
Marco’s face gets tight and something flashes on his face that looks a lot like regret. I give him a squeeze. He gives me a smile. Then shakes his head. “I can’t tonight. I promised the evening to my fiancée. We can meet in the morning.”
“But you have the appointment with the bank in the morning,” Gio points out.
I give Marco another squeeze. “It’s okay. I will go soak in the tub while you men discuss business,” I mutter, giving my man another smile. My. Man.
God how did this happen. More importantly, how can I fix it so that it doesn’t stop?
He looks at me funny and I reach up to kiss him. It’s just a light lip touch, but I hope it gets my message across. I can’t really complain. Marco has worked hard the last two weeks to show me that I have a permanent spot in his life. With every day that passes I want it more and more. He bends down and touches our lips again and I give him another smile. Something sweet moves through me. I give another squeeze, then move to get up. He doesn’t let go of my hand and it confuses me. “I’ll see you later in our room,” I assure him. I want him to know I’m not mad. He listened to me after that first night. Now, even if he is covered in work, he carves time out of the day to talk to me and let me know I matter. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s something I’ve never had—not until Marco gave it to me.
