Page 59 of Vinny

She stilled, bringing her head from his shoulder to face him. Her eyes searched his, looking between them. He looked…serious.

“Our…children?” she asked, her heart beating a staccato rhythm in her chest.

“Don’t know where you think this is going, but I see it going all the way,” he said holding her gaze, feeling her body tremble against his.

“I…but you’ve only known me a couple of weeks,” she whispered, afraid of him changing his mind and terrified of him being serious.

“Lived hard, baby. Seen things I wish I hadn’t seen. Done things I wish I hadn’t done. But when something comes along that’s right and you know it’s right? You don’t sit around just twiddling your thumbs.”

A nervous giggle erupted from her lips as she said, “I hardly think we’ve been sitting around twiddling our thumbs, Vinny.”

He watched as water droplets made their way down her silky cheeks, dropping onto the tops of her breasts peeking out of the water. Then he lifted his gaze back to hers. “First time I saw you on stage performing, I had no idea you were the woman I was supposed to escort. But I stood there in the wings and knew I’d give anything to know someone who could bring such beauty out of an instrument.

“Then, when you walked into the dressing room and I knew that I was going to be able to spend some time with you, I felt like the luckiest man alive. And babe,” he said, making sure to hold her gaze, “There hasn’t been one moment in this crazy couple of weeks that have made me doubt my feelings for you.”

The sound of water lapping against the edges of the pool was the only noise heard as she clung to his body, her thoughts swirling.

“What are you thinkin’, princess?” he asked, his confidence leaving him as her expression was unreadable.

“I’m stunned,” she replied truthfully.

“Stunned good or stunned bad?”

Smiling gradually, she said, “Stunned good.”

He let out the breath he did not realize he was holding. “Can we work with that?” he asked.

She nodded before saying, “I still can’t believe that you’re in my life. You, who could have any woman, want me.”

With his arms still enveloping her, he began to slowly twirl them around in the water. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Deciding not to push her, he maneuvered her toward the side, his mind already on the ring he wanted to purchase.

Lifting her up on the side of the pool, he hoisted himself out as well. She leaned her head way back to take in all of him. His wet hair appeared as dark as the scruff on his strong jaw. Wide shoulders and muscular chest tapering down to his trim waist. His tree-trunk legs spread in a wide stance. And his hand…held out to take hers.

He was doing his own perusal, looking down at the woman sitting in front of him. She thought the faded one-piece swimsuit looked childish, but there was nothing about her that did not scream all woman. Her long, dark hair fell in wet waves down her back. Her face, devoid of all makeup, resembled a china doll with her porcelain skin. And the body encased in the swimsuit, toned with perfect curves. Nothing lush and overblown…just perfect.Damn—his cock was twitching again. Reaching his hand out, he noticed she hesitated in taking it because her eyes were roaming over his body. Smirking, he waited until her gaze lifted to his and grinned at her embarrassment.

“Come on. Let’s get you warm, dry…and in bed.”

It was her turn to smirk as he assisted her up. “In that order?” she asked coyly.

With a quick slap to her ass, he swooped her up in his arms laughing.Arriving in their apartment, he lowered her feet to the plush rug in his bathroom. Turning on the shower to let the water warm, he moved to stand in front of her again.

Sliding his hands up her arms until he came to her straps, he peeled them over her shoulders until the top of her swimsuit barely hung on her breasts. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the steely strength underneath her fingertips. Glancing down she noted the tent in his swim trunks and as her gaze wandered back to his face, she noticed his smirk.

“Oh yeah, babe. You do that to me.”

Giggling, she purred as he exposed her breasts and lifted her up in his massive arms, latching his mouth over one nipple. Sucking deeply, he teased and taunted her flesh until the need for movement caused her to ride his abdomen against her core.

He set her down to quickly divest her of the swimsuit, peeling it off to expose all of her beauty to his eyes. With a jerk down, he kicked his swim trunks to the side as well.

Hoisting her up again, he stepped into the shower allowing the spray of warm water to hit his back, and pressed her against the tiled wall. Moving between breasts, he feasted until she cried out with need. He was almost ready to enter when she stilled him.

“A condom, sweetie,” she reminded. His look let her know that he hated having to stop. She hastened to say, “I ran to my doctor the other day, but I have to be on the pill for a bit to make sure…”

“Gotcha, baby. I appreciate it.”Stop being a prick,he told himself.If she’s willing to do this for me, then I can keep him covered until it’s clear.

Stepping out to sheath himself, he re-entered the shower and immediately assumed the same position—her in his massive arms balancing on the tip of his straining erection. His gaze met hers and she nodded her approval. With one swift push, he plunged to the hilt in her warm, sweet body.

For a few seconds, he remained still; the feel of her silky wetness squeezing him tightly was pure nirvana.

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