Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
When we finished laughing and singing, Luca held Dante over the cake and he blew ineffectively at the candle until Luca surreptitiously blew it out. We all clapped and Dante looked pleased with himself. Luca put him down and he immediately ran towards Fabio. They banged into each other and fell on their butts. For a moment they looked surprised then, Dante began to cry. I picked him up.
“Aw baby,” I said as I tried to comfort him. But he didn’t want me. He wanted his dad. I raised my eyebrow at Luca and he came over and took Dante from me. Immediately, Dante stopped crying. Luca looked so proud and happy my heart swelled in my chest.
“If you keep looking at me like that things are not going to end well for you tonight,” Luca whispered in my ear.
Even after all this time I felt my cheeks begin to flush.
Luca laughed.
His mom came over. “We need the boys for the pictures,” she said and plucked Dante out of Luca’s arms. We watched our son try to rip her expensive pearl chain as she carried him away.
“Do you think she is going to turn him into a spoilt brat?” I wondered.
“No. We’ll set him straight when the time comes, but it’s right that all grandmother’s thoroughly and utterly and completely spoil their grandchildren.”
His arms locked around my waist as we watched the cousins, born only two months apart. “They really are inseparable, aren’t they?” Luca commented.
“Do you know what would be really funny?” I asked.
He turned to look at me. “No, what?”
“If either Sienna or me were to get pregnant and they got to add another baby to their gang.”
“Don’t do that,” he laughed. “Sienna won’t forgive you. I think she thinks Dante is a bad influence on her son.”
I didn’t say anything and he turned to me suddenly, his expression disbelieving. We spoke with our eyes. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice full of hope.
I nodded. “Yup. We’re having another monster.”
With his arms hooked around my waist, he lifted me up into the air, and spun me around.
“What’s happening?” Someone asked and I hit his shoulder gently to put me down. However, he was so happy he refused to put me down, spinning me round and round. The rest of the party passed in a daze of happiness. Every time I turned to look at Luca, he was staring at me.
“Mama,” he said, “Will you take care of Dante for a while?”
“Of course. Let the boy stay the night here if you want.”
Luca looked at me. “Shall we?”
As if in a trance, I nodded. It had been a long time since it was just the two of us. We even took Dante with us on our honeymoon. He didn’t take me home. He took me straight to a hotel. We didn’t speak as the bellboy showed us to our suite. When the bellboy left, he pressed me against the door and kissed me deeply. The effect on my brain cells was devastating.
“Thank you,” he said. “For the colors you have brought into my life.”
“You’re welcome,” I told him, and kissed him right back.
His hands began to work at the buttons and zips on my pant suit. Once he got rid of that, he went for the lacy bra and matching thong I wore underneath.
He pulled it away and let his gaze linger on my breasts, down to my hips and pussy, before returning to my eyes. The intensity in his gaze made my knees buckle.
He walked me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the bed. Then he flung me backwards and watched me bounce on the bed. Taking his clothes off he moved on top of me.
My eyes were on his lips, moistened and pink and oh so soft. I could almost feel his tongue in my mouth, the memory vivid from all the other times he had kissed me senseless. Our lips drew together as though pulled by invisible magnets, but he stopped just short of kissing me, preferring instead to tease me out of my mind. Frustration tied me up in knots.
We were somewhat pressed against each other, his head lowered towards mine. The tip of his nose would graze up my neck, and then across my cheek and then he would pull back to stare at me. One time his tongue slid out to lightly graze my bottom lip.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he asked.
“It won’t hurt to hear it again,” I teased.
“You, Skye Messana, are the most beautiful woman in the universe,” he breathed.
“For God’s sake, kiss me, man,” I pleaded, “before I lose my mind.”
And he did…
The End