Page 107 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
Chapter Thirty-Six
Ivy
The next four weeks go by so peacefully that I’m actually a bit nervous. Even though the driver who tried to run me and Tony over is at large—along with whoever broke into our home—nothing else alarming has happened. Even Marty didn’t come by again to demand I hand over whatever it is he thinks I got from Sam. And according to Harry, who came by a couple of weeks ago, Margot left town.
Sometimes I look over my shoulder, but nothing stands out. I’d like to think they’ve given up, but I doubt it. You don’t come back after almost a decade just to try once and say, “Oh well,” when it doesn’t work. You try again.
I’m just not sure where or when the attack is going to come. I wish we’d caught them earlier. Then my nerves wouldn’t be so taut. Still, I’m not going to dwell on it. My life is moving ahead the way it should, and I’m not letting anything mar my future with Tony.
“You look tense,” he says. I’m fresh out of the shower in my robe and going through the closet for something to wear. He looks scrumptious in nothing but shorts. He comes over and rubs my shoulders.
“Just a lot of stuff on my mind.” No sense talking about a topic that’s sure to ruin his morning as well.
He nibbles on my neck, sending hot shivers down my back. “It’s Saturday. Let’s take a day to ourselves and goof around.”
“I wish I could, but I need to go see Avery Parker for the first fitting.”
“It’s ready, then?” he murmurs, his mouth still on my neck.
My belly flutters. “Yeah.” Nailing down the design took a week, and her people worked like ants on speed afterward to meet the deadline she set.
“She can wait a day,” he says, undoing the sash around my waist and palming my breast.
Heat blooms. Biting back a gasp, I swat his hand half-heartedly. “Julie, Yuna and her mom are coming in an hour.”
“I’ll make it quick.” He spins me around and puts a hot, lingering kiss on my throat.
“Can you make it good?” I say with a teasing smile.
“That goes without saying.”
His mouth is on mine, hot and lush. I kiss him back, desperate for him, my arms linked behind his neck.
He slowly pushes me further into the closet, his hands roaming over my heated body, squeezing my breasts, sending lust pumping through my veins. I’m already soaked. Marvelously so. I don’t understand how I can spend the night in his arms, then still want him the next morning with such singular ferocity, but I do. Maybe this is the kind of want that never abates.
My soul mate who I’ll love through a thousand lives.
He sets me on the island. I lever myself on my elbows. I want him so badly that it hurts.
“Tony,” I whisper, parting my thighs. “Now.”
He thumbs the slick flesh, making my eyes cross. He’s already mouth-wateringly hard. I can see his impressive erection. “You said you’d make it quick.”
He laughs, the sound wicked and bright. My heart does a funny dance. I adore his playful, light mood, especially since he’s usually so serious.
“Oh, that’s right. You have a schedule.” He nips my lower lip, his teeth scraping the mole underneath. Then he glides in, thick, hard and incredible.
My head falls back as bliss builds to the hard rhythm he sets. He pulls me closer until my nipples are brushing against his chest with every thrust.
“I love you,” he says. “You’re the only one for me.”
His green eyes are brilliant and dark. I reach for him, wanting to never let him go. “I love you too,” I whisper as a climax shatters me, leaving me breathless.
He pushes me again to another peak—higher and hotter. I clutch him, my pussy clenching around him hard. He shudders, emptying inside me.
I collapse on the island, boneless and sated. Tony still has his arms wrapped around me, his face in my hair.
When he recovers, he kisses my eyes and cheek. “Told you I could make it good.”
