Page 64 of His Beautiful Revenge
But then her attention was solely on the gorgeous man who took her in his arms and kissed her. “I can’t wait until I can be with you properly and make love with you all night as we used to. But until then, we can still enjoy each other.”
He carefully picked her up and lay her on the bed, pulling at the belt of her wrap dress, then sliding his hands under the material to stroke her bare skin. God, she wanted him so much. She wanted his cock inside her, driving her toward almost unbearable ecstasy. Norah couldn’t help feel annoyed once again at the circumstances that got her injured and unable—as yet—to fulfill that desire.
Giacomo looked down at her. “You’re frowning.”
She told him what she was thinking and his smile faded. “I know,mio amore,I’m angry too. But I thank the stars every day that you’re still here—that you’re safe.”
They lay together in comfortable silence for a time, Giacomo’s long, warm fingers stroking her skin.
“Giacomo? If it weren’t for Zul and Orlando and your work, I could easily stay here forever.”
He laughed. “I know,Principessa. It’s tempting, no? But as you say, we have our family back in San Francisco. My work …eh, I have been thinking of taking a step back anyway and doing something different as a side project.”
“Really? What?”
“Something charitable, but I have no idea what yet. I thought we could work on whatever it might be together.”
Norah felt excited. “Really? I would love that.”
“We make a good team.”
Norah smiled at him. “We do.”
She felt grateful all over again for this lovely man who had given her so much and who believed in her so absolutely. She rolled onto her side and pressed her body against his, her bare skin against the roughness of his sweater and the denim of his jeans. She could feel his cock thickening as she reached down and cupped it with her hand. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes.
“I can help you with that, my darling.”
He grinned and she moved down his body, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. She swept her lips over the crest of it, hearing his sharp intake of breath as she teased the sensitive tip with her tongue. Norah ran her tongue up and down the long shaft, pulling on it with her mouth until she could feel his orgasm building. Giacomo’s fingers knotted in her long hair as he came in her mouth and she swallowed him down. She loved the flush on his face afterward as he panted for air.
“God, il mio amore…I pray these few weeks go fast …”
She laughed and kissed him. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
Ferma looked between her father and Zulika and nodded slowly. “Good. Daddy has been lonely and I hate that.”
Zulika and Orlando waited for her to say more, but she merely smiled at them. Zulika shot a glance at Orlando before taking the young girl’s hand.
“Ferma, I’m not trying to replace your mommy. No one could ever do that. I miss her so much, so I know you do.”
Ferma nodded. “I know. It’s a separate thing.”
Orlando beamed. “When did you get so smart?”
Ferma giggled. “I’m not silly, Daddy. I know that you and Zulika like each other. I told Aunt Claudette that I thought you should be together and make each other happy now.”
Zulika felt both happy about Ferma’s response and uneasy about Claudette. Although she had always gotten along just fine with Orlando’s sister, there still had been a distance too. Claudette was not easily won over, Zulika guessed.
She asked Orlando later, and he confirmed his sister’s stoic nature. “I’m the emotional one in our family,” he admitted with a rueful smile. “Claudie has always been the rock, the steady one. But you shouldn’t be nervous; she does like you.”
“But will she like ‘us?’” Zulika fretted and Orlando kissed her.
“Of course she will. She wants me to be happy too.”
But, at lunch with his sister later on that week, Claudette raised her doubts. “I’m scared,” she admitted, “Scared that because Zulika is still so sick, she won’t pull through and that you and Ferma will be right back where you were after Carmel died.”
Orlando nodded slowly. “I understand that, Claudie. But Zulika is getting the treatment she needs. She’s going to be fine.”
Zulika sat in the chair at the oncologist’s office and waited to see the oncologist. It had been a few weeks now and tomorrow she would be admitted to hospital for her surgery.
