Page 69 of Do It For Me
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
I smile softly. “Nothing important. You?”
“I’m thinking about you.”
Dante’s fingers glide across my face, and I’ve never seen such tenderness directed at me. My father always looked at me like I was a nuisance, Tara with envy and sadness, and Mum… Mum with pain. I never dared to ask what she saw when she looked at me.
But Dante? In his gaze, there’s only adoration, love, and affection.
I love his eyes. I could lose myself in them forever.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
I shake my head with a shy smile. “Don’t start.”
His lips curve into a grin. He lifts me onto him, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our mouths almost meet.
“I’ll repeat it every day for the rest of my life,ragnetta. When you walk toward me in that wedding dress, when you wake up after our wedding night, when you carry our children inside you, and even when we’re so old I can barely see you... every single day, I’ll tell you how beautiful you are.”
“You’re an idiot, did you know?”
“I’m just a man in love with a goddess. You deserve to be adored by me for the rest of my life. I’ll take care of you until my last breath—even after.”
Is it possible for my heart to leave my chest and fly?
I lean into him, kissing his smile. I can’t believe I’m marrying this man. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
This feels like a dream.
“What if tomorrow we just leave?” he whispers. “We could get married in Italy. Just the two of us.”
I smile. “Even though it’s tempting, I want to see my mum. She’s excited for tomorrow too. We’re not used to being apart for so long.”
He grunts. “It’s not like you’re never going to see her again, sweetheart. As soon as we get back, she’ll come live with us.”
“At your place? It just has one room.”
Not that I mind, but I want privacy with him. We can’t do this with my mum right next to us!
He scoffs. “You think I’ll make you live there once you’re my wife? I told you; I have a bigger house. It’s prettier…Thatwill be your home.”
“Why do you live in that flat, then?”
He sighs. “It’s a long story that has to do with my father.”
Oh. Maybe he kicked him out, and that’s why he has to marry me.
Maybe that’s his only reason to marry me.
I kick the thought away.
“I just want to see my mum. Can I? We can totally skip the reception afterwards.”
He smiles faintly and nods. “I warn you; I won’t let go of you during our honeymoon.”
He tickles me, and I try to tickle him back, but it doesn’t affect him much. I end up beneath him, and he seizes the moment to thrust into me once more.
“You know I’m supposed towalkdown the aisle tomorrow?”
