Page 66 of Savage Claim

Lorenzo propped his chin against my shoulder, and I felt his body go lax for, perhaps, the first time since I had met him. Seriously, even in his sleep, Lorenzo seemed tense. “Thank you for today,” I told him, voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled. “I feel like I should be saying that to you.”

“Why? It was my idea to move up the wedding day. You didn’t have to agree to that.”

Again, I heard that raspy laugh against my shoulder. “You didn’t have to agree to be my wife,dolcezza. Believe me, I got exactly what I wanted.”

My heart fluttered. We weren’t often soft with each other, and it made my whole body tingle now. “I got what I wanted too,” I murmured to him.

His lips brushed the nape of my neck. “I’ll spend the rest of your life giving you anything you want.”

I snorted. “Anything?” I asked.

He nipped me, hard enough to make me gasp. “Within reason,dolcezza.” Because even as his wife, I would never be truly free. That was the “price of admission,” as he had put it. That might chafe later, but I wanted him, above all else, and now he was well and truly mine.

I leaned my head back, and he took the kiss that I offered to him. “Can you guess what I want right now?”

He hummed, playing dumb. “I don’t know,” he said. “How about you show me?” Taking hold of his hand, I brought it down to my breast. Lorenzo let out a pleased sound. “Is this really where you want my hand?” he asked, breath whispering against my skin.

I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, but my voice came out in a pant: “It’s a start.” His fingers toyed with my nipple, tugging at it lightly and sending little shivers over my skin, despite the heat of the water around us.

“Where next?”

I dragged his hand down and between my thighs. Being submerged in water wasn’t great for natural wetness, but when he touched my clit, I let out a soft sound of pleasure. “Here,” I pleaded.

“You need me to touch you, huh?” he asked.

I was hopelessly addicted to him touching me, and he damn well knew it. “Always.” Lorenzo shuddered against me. He was getting hard; I could feel him pressed against my lower back and felt him suck in a breath. “I think you need me to touch you too,” I gasped out as his fingers circled my clit.

“Of course, I do.” I hadn’t expected him to agree with me, and something about that made me moan out loud. Lorenzo chuckled. “You liked hearing that,dolcezza?” His breath sent a skittering of goosebumps across my skin. “Do you want me to tell you how much I crave your body against mine?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Please.”

“Ithurtsnot to be touching you,” he said, and he sounded so genuine that it was hard to breathe. “Do you know how much of my day I spend thinking about being inside of you?” His finger teased at my entrance. It was too dry to press inside, but just feeling him there tore a sound from my throat. “If I could put you on my lap and keep you on my cock all day long, I would.”

Another brush against my clit sent me into a sudden orgasm, and I cried out, spine bowing. “Lorenzo,” I whined. He reached for the drain and lifted me out of the tub. I yelped, wrapping my arm around him. “What are you doing?”

He stalked out of the bathroom, heading straight for the bed. We were still soaking wet, but Lorenzo didn’t seem to care. “Can’t have you the way I want you in a tub,” he muttered and set me down on the bed. He sank to his knees and spread my thighs with his shoulders. “Tell me if you need to move,” he said and buried his face against me.

“Oh,fuck.”

CHAPTER 42

Lorenzo

Monday morning came way too quickly. I kept taking clothes out of the suitcase as Isabella was trying to pack. “Come on.” She snatched the pants that I’d grabbed and quickly refolded them. “You’re the one who has to go back to work.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Damian’s already called you twice,” she said, although there was a smile curving her pretty mouth.

She didn’t want to leave any more than I did. We had spent the last forty-eight hours wrapped up in one another, talking about the future. We talked about baby names and came up with a few possibilities. We walked around naked and didn’t worry about anyone walking in.

“Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it,” Isabella chastised.

I waggled my eyebrows in her direction, delighted when she laughed. “I’m just trying to decide if we have time for one more bath together.”

Isabella’s expression was full of mourning. “We don’t.”

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