Page 44 of Stolen Christmas
“No, but I will be.”
He pouts and sighs. “Fine, only one more,” he growls and starts tickling me and before I know it, one turns into three.
By the time I fall asleep, I hear him whisper, “You’re mine and only mine, Angel. Forever.”
Chapter Fourteen
Luca
I sit on my sitting room chaise on a video call with my cousin Raul. A lot has gone down since yesterday, but it doesn’t matter because today is a very important day, and I have to talk to my favorite cousin about it. We have to skip the Christmas shopping for the little shit trapped in the safe room because of the threats coming from Torcello, but we manage to get the shit a suit for the wedding as well as some new outfits. His measurements were taken, and the clothes were brought to the house. Of course, our guys did it without the tailor being aware of the special location of my future brother-in-law.
“I can’t fucking believe that you’re getting married. I’m gone for a fucking week, and you’re getting married. Do you care to explain that to me?”
“I know it’s crazy, but she’s perfect.” The words come out of my mouth, and even I can’t believe how fucking lame I sound to myself. Raul’s face contorts like he can’t decide whether to laugh or be concerned.
“Perfect? I hear she’s the girl in the pictures with Fields.”
“She is, which is a bit of poetic justice, if I do say so myself.”
“Talk about revenge. Fields embarrasses you, and you steal his girl. I like it—a little fucking out of left field and a bit extreme—but your mom has been asking for a baby. You better hope she hasn’t come preloaded.” I want to punch him in the mouth for even suggesting that Angel was already knocked up by that piece of shit. The idea of Fields even touching her makes my stomach turn.
“Trust me when I say, Cousin, that he never touched her that way. I’d have to kill the son of a bitch. Not that I don’t already plan to do that. When it comes to Angel, everything is going according to plan.”
“Well, better be careful because you never know what else those bastards have in store.”
Then, I hear footsteps behind me. Fuck—she’s awake. “I’ve got to go.”
“I’m sorry I’m going to miss the wedding. Ciao.”
I end the call and then turn around to find Angel staring back at me in just her open robe, looking divine. “I hope to God that you didn’t just give my cousin a show.”
“I didn’t even see your screen, so I doubt he saw me. Anyway, I need to get dressed so I can see my brother.”
“Of course. Good morning, Angel.”
“Morning, Luca.” Her voice is cold and stoic. She turns around and goes back into our bedroom without another look back. Damn it, she heard part of our conversation, and it wasn’t the good part. It’s not like she didn’t know I was getting at Fields when I pulled her into my arms at the station, so it shouldn’t upset her.
I tuck away the laptop and then stand up to check on my fiancée. “Angel, where are you?”
“In the shower,” she calls out. I groan, already adjusting myself. I take off my tee shirt and then step inside the bathroom.
“Damn it, Angel.”
“What? I can’t take a shower?”
“You can shower all you want, but you look so damn sexy.”
“Thank you.” I lick my lips, and she asks, “Are you horny, Luca?”
“You know damn well I am.”
“Do you want to join me?” I slide my pajama pants down and then enter the stall and pull her into my arms.
“I want you riding my cock and screaming my name.” Our bodies are firmly pressed together, grinding as I kiss her face as she does mine, and then I move to her pulse, licking and biting.
“Luca,” she whispers against my throat, lips caressing my skin so gently a shiver runs down my spine. This woman sends my pulse racing all the time.
“I need to be inside you. Say you want it, Angel. Say you want me deep inside you.”
