Keeping My Bride by Angela Snyder
Chapter 47
Verona
THE NEXT MORNING, we wake up in each other’s arms. We crossed three of the seven bedrooms off our list last night, and we miraculously ended up back in the master bedroom, completely exhausted before we finally fell asleep.
The huge bed is positioned facing a wall of glass, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows is breathtaking. With the sun rays streaming between the tall pine trees and the glistening snowy mountains in the distance, it feels like we’re in a movie.
Luca traces his fingertips up and down my arm as I listen to his heart beating. I could lie here all day and have no regrets. Just being with him makes me feel loved; makes me feel safe. Like nothing can hurt me in this world.
“Although I hate saying this, we can’t stay in bed the entire time we’re here,” he says with a sigh.
I chuckle. “Oh, that wasn’t your plan all along? To bring me somewhere secluded and ravage me?”
In a quick move, he’s on top of me, straddling my hips and pinning my arms to the bed. I squeal in surprise as he leans down to plant kisses on my neck. “I would love to keep you here all day and ravage you, but I want to explore the town and have fun with you also.”
I raise my hips off the bed, grinding against his morning wood. “We can have fun here too,” I quip.
“God, I’ve created a monster.” A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest and into mine. “My wife is a complete nympho.”
“So is my husband,” I say with a grin.
“Only for you,” he says before kissing me.
The kiss soon grows heated, and I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. Pulling back from him, I look up and say, “If we don’t get out of bed now, I don’t think we’ll ever leave it.”
“True. Let’s take a shower,” he says suggestively while waggling his eyebrows.
I can’t help but laugh at the funny gesture. It’s nice to see Luca being so relaxed. He’s never like this at home, and it’s sad in a way. I think here he has less to worry about and can be himself with me. He doesn’t have to be the demanding, controlling boss that he is when we’re at home.
“Separate showers,” I demand. I know if we take a shower together, it will only end up with him being inside of me. “Let’s try…delayed gratification.”
“Delayed gratification, Mrs. Vitale?” He flashes me a gorgeous panty-melting smile. “I don’t know if I can wait until tonight to be inside of you.” He grinds his hard bulge against my center, and I almost change my mind right then and there.
“I don’t know if I can wait either,” I agree with a groan.
But as soon as he climbs off the bed and I no longer have his warmth surrounding me, I instantly regret my earlier decision to wait. “Wait!” I call to him as he walks out of the room.
“Too late!” he calls back. “Go get a shower. I’ll shower in one of the other bathrooms,” he shouts from down the hall.
“Damn it,” I say with a sigh as I stare up at the ceiling.
Slowly, my hand slides down my stomach and is almost at the apex of my thighs when I hear him yelling, “And no touching yourself until tonight!”
“Damn it!” I groan loudly.
