He pushed my hair back. “I wanted to remember it.”
“What?”
“The first time you said you loved me.”
I went immediately weak; a warm rush went through me. It was suddenly a lot harder to think.
“My love, are you speechless?”
I slowly nodded, my throat dry. He had… he had tattooed my smeared imperfect lipstick on his hand because of that. Because I said I loved him.
Holding his hand, I slowly traced my nail on the edge of his thumb, staring at the new tattoo.
His only colored tattoo.
He kissed my shoulder.
“Haven’t I said it before?” I asked, surely, I had told him.
He stilled one look and I realized I hadn’t. How had I not said it all these years. Moving closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. At first soft, then harder. I pulled back, breathless. “I love you.”
He flipped me on my back. “The twin’s resort is opening next weekend.” he kissed my neck. “Come with me?”
I nodded before kissing him again.
CHAPTER 39
Vince
Jealous of a fucking strawberry. I was pathetic.
Deprived of her attention, every passing hour, I was closer to insanity. Watching as she took another bite, talking to someone I didn’t know.
I wanted her to myself. But every few minutes, someone else was here talking to her. Why did she have to be so approachable?
If I wasn’t so proud of the twins for getting the resort running on their own, I’d yell at them for the guest list. Private island, invite only, and still surrounded by people that all seemed to know my wife.
All fucking night. I had been taunted. Her only wearing a bikini while sitting on my lap. Talking to anyone but me.
Gripping the back of her neck, I brought her mouth to mine. Forcing my tongue into her mouth and taking that strawberry.
Not even fighting me, she let me have it.
“Couldn’t get your own?” Just barely kissing me before she pulled away too quickly.
“I wanted that one.”
“Of course you did.”
Holding her in place, I kissed her. Ignoring the fuckers who she had been talking to. Maybe they could get the hint and leave.
Yeah. I couldn’t do this anymore.
Squeezing her ass, holding her to me. It was selfish. But fuck it.
“Night’s over.” I kissed her again. Standing up, purposely not giving her a lot of time to speak, before taking her hand.
At least she knew better than to argue with me about it. I’d managed to wait until we got away from the crowd before picking her up.