Page 64 of Skating Towards Danger

Yeah, because someone has to be pregnant to get married….

“Dante, what attracted you to her to begin with? Was it the shared love for the ice?” the woman who originally asked about Paige calls out, but I ignore them all and walk out of the conference hall, and I sigh.

We’re not supposed to fly out until tomorrow, but I need to see my girl, even if it means a fine.

“In the sin bin twice and you couldn’t keep our relationship on the down low any longer, huh?” an angel asks, and I shoot my head up in shock as I lock eyes with my wife’s.

Morgan stands beside her, grinning from ear to ear, but I can only focus on Paige.

She’s wearing my jersey and jeans, and her hair is down, but her eyes show a little bit of fear.

She’s scared I’ll reject her after the silent treatment she’s given me.

I hear the doors open behind me, and I know it’s the reporters, but I don’t care. Without a second thought, I storm over to my wife, cup her cheeks, and slam my lips against hers and she grips my wrist tight, keeping me close as she kisses me back whileflashes go off around us, and again, no fucks are given because she’s here.

Paige showed up for me, meaning she’s showing up for us.

Chapter 27

Paige

I giggle as I’m thrown into the air before I land with a soft thud on the comfy bed. Dante grins, then jumps on me, and I squeal as he laughs and presses his palms beside my head, trying not to squish me but also keeping our bodies touching, my legs on either side of his hips.

Gently, he rubs his nose against mine, and nothing but happiness radiates from him, and I know here and now Uncle Rocco was right.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he rasps, and my eyes tear up at the relief he’s giving off right now, the feelings he’s showing me, proving to me he really does love me.

“Did you know Uncle Rocco has a private plane?” I ask, and he grins.

“Little fairy, the famiglia has at least five,” he replies, and my mouth parts in shock, making him laugh. “You're so fucking cute, you know that?” he states, and I blink my eyes, then flutter them before I give him a sweet smile and ask, “Does that mean we can travel the world?”

He chuckles and quickly pecks my lips, then murmurs, “Thank you for coming, Paige.”

I nod slightly and admit, “Uncle Rocco showed up at the rink, and we talked.”

He hums as he leans his arms on either side of my head, gently plays with my hair, and asks, “And how did it go?”

I shrug, “I’m still confused, I still have a lot to overcome, I think but I’ve come to an understanding I guess of where he was coming from.”

“You’ll get there, baby, it’ll just take time. You’ve had information overload this past month,” he says, and I nod.

“He said that you wouldn’t have signed the marriage license if there weren’t true feelings between us,” I say, hoping he’ll confirm what Uncle Rocco said.

Dante smiles sweetly, kisses my nose, and then admits, “If I didn’t love you, little fairy, I would have run long ago. I didn’t want to settle down or have a wife. I just wanted hockey before my father took over my life, and then in walked you.”

“But how can you be so sure? I mean, it’s been just under what, three months?” I ask timidly, still so unsure about everything.

Dante keeps his smile on his face, places his forehead against mine, and admits, “Because the thought of you not being with me makes my chest ache. Every time we’re apart, even just for a few hours, I feel like I’m missing my other half… Paige, the moment we locked eyes, you were all I could see, and yeah, I hated you for it, which I know was unjustified, but I was fighting the inevitable,” he gently runs his thumb over my bottom lip, sending tingles throughout me and he rasps, “Every touch, myskin sets a light, every time we lock eyes, sparks ignite. I love you, Paige, I love you so fucking much, and I’ll keep telling you every single day until it sticks, and even after that. You complete me, baby. you make me a better man.”

Tears fall, and he wipes them away, and I whisper, “Make love to me, player.”

“Anything for you,” he swears, pressing his lips against mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I open for him willingly, and our tongues meet, making him groan as I moan and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his body even closer, if that’s possible.

Dante complies and moves his left hand, cupping my thigh as he gently grinds his member between my legs, making me moan into his mouth before he moves his lips from mine and kisses my jaw, then down to my neck. I arch into him as I bring my hands to his shirt and lift it, my fingers gently brushing against his skin.

He shivers and moves off me, causing me to unlink my legs, and he stands, locking eyes with me before removing his shirt. I bite my bottom lip as his muscular chest comes into view and my clit pulses with need.

Damn, the man is a work of art.

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