Page 38 of I Married a Mob Boss
Another stretch of silence crosses between us. It’s long enough that the color of the sky slowly switches to the color of his eyes. The silence isn’t awkward. It strangely feels right.
My lips are dry, so I lick them before asking, "Did I have a nightmare the night we got married?"
Rico smiles before shaking his head. “No, but we didn't get much sleep that night." He may have been aiming for an informative tone, but it comes out witty.
He chuckles when I punch him in the chest. "I gathered that when I found the strip of condoms hidden under the bed last week."
The heart-fluttering smile stretching across his face grows. “I was wondering where those went to.”
I roll my eyes, pretending I’m not appreciating his playfulness, where in reality, I’m loving it. Although the aftermath of a nightmare is still clinging to my skin, his cheekiness is easing the pain crippling my heart.
"Who keeps a strip of condoms joined anyway? That's just. . .weird.” My mouth gapes, shell-shocked I mumbled my inner dialogue out loud.
“Not as weird as my wife showing me her balloon twisting skills while she's lying next to me naked.” Rico’s tone is the smoothest I’ve ever heard.
I stare at him, slack-jawed and blinking. “I showed you my balloon twisting skills?”
Rico nods.
I grimace. “Withcondoms?”
“You take what you can get and run with it.” He smirks. “Although I wouldn’t recommend showing the same trick to your students.”
I playfully punch him again. “And here I was the whole time thinking we’d done the. . .” I stop talking to swallow away a lump in my throat, “deedthree times in a night.”
"Oh, we did that." He scoots closer to me, so we share the same breaths. "And so much more."
My eyes light with excitement, and I swear the panties I’m not wearing combust. The mood shifts. It's quick and resolute. Gone is the debilitating effects of a nightmare, replaced with nothing but unbridled lust. All of a sudden, nothing else matters to me but either unearthing those lost memories of our wedding night or recreating them.
I don't need to speak for him to notice the change in my demeanor; he can see it beaming from my hankering gaze. Like he could narrow the space between us any more, he scoots even closer. My heart hammers as my palms sweat, but I meet his intense stare, feeling the most desired I've ever felt. His eyes are sleepy, his hair a tousled, sexed-up mess, and his lips are curved into a mouthwatering smirk, but it's the optimism beaming from his eyes that makes him the most handsome I've ever seen him. Just the carefree look on his face alone is worth the sacrifice of having my heart broken. I'd be willing to give everything to see that gleam of contentment in his eyes time and time again.
Wanting to hide my stupid sentimental tears, I burrow my head in Rico's chest. His heartbeat goes from a leisured pace to a wild thump. A grin curls on my lips. Even knowing I shouldn't admit this, I love the way his body responds to my touch. So much so, I can't stop my hand from sneaking under the hem of his shirt to caress the smooth skin on his lower back.
The smile stretched across my face enlarges when his muscles constrict under my faintest touch. They bunch with every slither of my fingertips.
Feeling the incline of my cheeks against his chest, he places his hand under my chin and lifts my head. I bite on the inside of my cheek, trying to hold in my immature smile. Nothing works. Even knowing I shouldn’t enjoy being wrapped in his warmth, nothing can take away the feeling a woman gets when she's caressed in a pair of strong arms. I feel protected nestled against his big body. Like no one could ever hurt me. Which is utterly ridiculous considering the man who is caressing me is the same man who causes my greatest worries. He's the sole reason I'm living in an unknown environment, hut he’s also the reason my heart is beating so fast. I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now.
The heat creeping across my chest increases when my eyes connect with Rico, and he mutters groggily, "There's my Blaire."
“Blaire, what happened to kitten?” I jest, my tone witty.
With a mind-hazing orgasm still surging through my blood and the disappearance of the headache that’s been riddling me the past week, my attitude has taken a swing towards the positive.
My eyelids twitch when Rico runs his index finger over the curve of my brow. “This set of eyes belongs to Blaire.”
My breathing quickens when his index finger leisurely travels down my body, only stopping when it hits the curve of my naked breasts peeking out from my dressing gown. I draw in a shaky breath when his thumb brushes over my nipple before his index finger joins the party. His talented hand soon works me into a frenzy by doing nothing more than tweaking my now sensitive nipples. It shows his skills in the bedroom, a natural dominance I’ve only just scratched the surface of. Pair that with the confidence he exudes in bucket loads, and he has an aggressive set of skills that wildly turn me on.
I only just manage to hold in my disappointed groan when he moves his talented hand away from my breast to run his index finger over my beaded-with-sweat brow once again.
“These eyes belong to Kitten,” he mutters, staring into my massively dilated eyes.
"But why Kitten? It doesn't make any sense." My words come out breathy, shamefully exposing my arousal from his touch.
Before I have the chance to react, Rico pounces. My back is consumed by the softness of a cloud, and my front is assaulted by a set of ripped muscles that belong to a tall brute of a man.
When he rocks his hips, the crown of his thickened cock rubs my pulsating clit. Shockwaves ripple through my body at the same time a purr escapes my O-formed lips. I straighten my spine and snap my mouth shut, beyond mortified by the erotic groan that just rumbled through my lips. I've never moaned like that before. Not once.
My eyes snap to Rico when he croons, “That’s why I call you Kitten.”
