Page 50 of Meet Me in Montreal

She beamed gratitude at him, and his heart flipped. “Thank you. Looks great.”

“Wait…” There was a single pink carnation in a tiny holder on the tray. After he carefully balanced the tray on her lap, Santino took the flower and snapped off half the stem so he could tuck the bud behind her ear. “There you go.Nowyou look crazy.”

Vanessa giggled and kissed him over the tray. “Shut up.” He joined her after retrieving his own food, and they ate heartily, both apparently starving from the night of exertion. They’d gone at it for hours. There’d been a lot to catch up on.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Vanessa said.

“Aruba?”

She nodded. “Yes. I think about that sometimes. We’ve been to some great places, but that was a standout.”

Thankfully, she didn’t mention the other memories attached to Aruba.

“Of course. That was our first night married. Nothing could top that, except maybe if we had a second honeymoon.”

Santino’s light-heartedness was temporarily clouded by the events of the dream of their second wedding, but one that ended in another separation. Real life would be different. It had to be.

Vanessa, having no awareness of the scenes that had played out in his sleep, glanced up at him almost shyly through her lashes. That look did him in. “Let’s say hypothetically…if there was a second wedding, which there won’t be, but hypothetically…. Where would we go for our honeymoon? What’s the one place in this world you’d want to be?”

“Wherever you are,” he responded automatically. “Wherever you are is exactly where I’d want to be.”

She popped a piece of fried potato in her mouth and sighed, chewing thoughtfully. “That’s very romantic of you to say. I don’t know. Maybe here. In fact, let’s live here, and eat these dope croissants every single day. I can’t explain it, but I feel different here.”

“Try.”

“It’s probably just being on vacation. No expectations, no responsibilities. No impossibly tall yardsticks to measure up against.” Her eyes stayed on his face, but something glimmered in them, an echo of something bittersweet. “I don’t suppose it would feel the same if I were living here. But the fantasies are nice.”

Santino cupped her cheek, drawing his thumb across the delicate curve of her cheekbone. “The next time you marry me, we’re gonna do it in that cathedral over there,” he said, gesturing with his chin in the direction of the basilica.

He expected a smart reply, a twist of her lips. Instead, he got a soft look bordering on tenderness. She leaned in to initiate thekiss this time. He felt that sweetness all through his body at that simple touch, at the awareness that they’d crossed a threshold into her seeking his affection instead of running from it.

“I’m done eating,” she whispered.

“Are you? I might have something for you if you’re not,” he growled and kissed her back. She laughed.

He was about to swipe the trays with the empty dishes and cups onto the floor so he could commence feasting on her, but she stopped him before he could.

“Hey! You arenotgonna make a huge mess for somebody else to clean up,” she reprimanded, and he rolled his eyes at her.

“Fine.”

He carried the trays outside and left them outside in the hallway while Vanessa went to the bathroom. He was on the couch when she came out, freshened up, but still wearing that robe.

“Marone, don’t tell me you’re back to the ‘don’t-touch-me clothes,’” he groaned with a wince.

Vanessa stopped in front of him and ran her fingertips down the side of his face to his jaw. She stepped closer in between his legs with a speculative look that took in his relaxed body, appreciating his chest, his abs and the growing tent in his shorts.

“See something you like?” he drawled, leaning back, spreading his legs and stretching his arm along the curved back of the sofa. The fingers of his other hand slid up her bare thigh under the terry cloth.

“Maybe. I’m not sure.” Vanessa bent those sexy legs one at a time until she was kneeling on the carpet between his thighs. “I think I need to take a closer look.”

“Alright. Go ahead,” he said, voice striving to sound nonchalant. But he was about to bust just looking at those sexy ass lips of hers, so shapely and full.

Her first task was getting his shorts and boxers off. He helped by raising his hips slightly off the cushion, Vanessa’s eyes taking in the hard dick that sprang up when she pulled the clothes off his ass. He almost couldn’t contain the hard, loud pounding thing in his chest, rattling its bone cage in wild excitement over what was about to happen.

Santino waited while she pushed the material down his legs. She stared at his dick the whole time till she just leaned over and took the head in her mouth. Closed her eyes, sucked him in deeper while he dizzied and his mind emptied. The insanely wet heat of her tongue danced around the tip, probing the slit and then she switched to a hard sucking and stroking him in her fist.

“Damn, baby…damn. Look how good you suck my dick. So fuckin’ good.” Santino wasn’t in control of his cock, not at all, and his head tipped back against the couch when she opened that throat and swallowed. “It’s coming. It’s coming.” He bobbed her head down on it a few times, his hips pumping, jerking, mindless, mindless…so fucking good…she was too fucking good. “Yes, baby. Take it just like that.”

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