Sharon kicked off her shoes. But, instead of laying down beside him, she straddled his waist instead, peering down at his face.
"Have you ever had sex under the stars?"
A grin slowly appeared on his face.
"Not one that I care to remember."
"Good answer," she said, leaning down to kiss his lips. "Can I be that one you remember then?"
He brought his hands up to frame her face, his gaze tender.
"You will always be the one I fucking remember, Sharon. I feel like I have been wasting my time until I met you."
She smiled, running her hands over his chest lightly. He always knew the right words to say, but it was more than words between them. There were deep rooted feelings she felt every time he touched her, the way that he held her at night after the romp in their bed, like she was the most important person in his life.
And she believed it.
With a grin, she slid her hands under his shirt, touching his warm skin.
"I believe I am going to pop your cherry tonight, city boy."
He took his hands and tucked them behind his head, a lazy grin on his face.
"Let's see what you got, country girl."
Sharon gave him a wink and slid her shirt over her head, hearing his sharp intake as she undid the clasp on her bra. She felt bold with Vittorio, comfortable that no matter what she did he would never laugh at her.
Not now.
"Fuck," he said softly, gazing at her breasts. "You aren't playing."
"I'm not," she said, emboldened to push his hands back down when he reached for her.
With a wiggle, she pressed against his cock, feeling her own body jump start in return. She would never grow tired of this between them.
Vittorio's eyes grew warm with need as she slid back far enough to work on his belt, successfully tugging his jeans down over his hips until his hard cock sprang out. The sharp intake of her breath at the sight matched the white-hot heat that was pooling in her lower half, her panties already wet with anticipation.
Thank god she had worn a skirt.
Vittorio's eyes dilated as she slid those panties down her legs before throwing them aside, positioning herself until her pussy was nearly touching his cock.
"Are you ready?" she asked softly.
"Fuck yeah," he said, watching her every move.
Sharon slowly slid her body over his, feeling him fill her to the core, tightly sheathed inside. She nearly orgasmed on the spot, gasping as Vittorio shifted his hips slightly.
"Not fair," she breathed.
"You are not playing fucking fair," he growled, his hands finding her hips. "God, you are so tight."
She whimpered as she started to move, feeling her own juices multiply tenfold as she slid down over his pulsating cock. She had wanted to tease him, but instead she was torturing her own self.
"Yes," Vittorio urged, his hips meeting her every move. "That's it baby."
Sharon let out a soft cry as she orgasmed all over him, her own movements becoming frenzied in nature as she never wanted to lose the warmth spreading through her body. Vittorio groaned as he started to rock against her, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing her nipples painfully, sending Sharon into another orgasm. Sharon sobbed as her body took over, her legs shaking as she met his thrusts, throwing her head back to allow him better entrance. She didn't care about the sounds, about what her parents might hear.
She was a woman in love.
"Fuck," Vittorio swore, pounding into her until he shot into her with a groan, his body stiffening under her. Sharon fell on top of his chest, her breath harsh in her ears as she struggled to get control of her body, listening to Vittorio's heartbeat pound against her cheek.
They lay there for a moment, the silence falling back around them, a slight breeze cooling their skin.
"Damn," Vittorio said after a moment, his voice hoarse. "Had I known this was a possibility, I would have brought you home sooner."
Sharon laughed and snuggled against him, feeling his hands drift over her body. It didn't matter where she was at, as long as he was with her.
Chapter 25
Vittorio
Eight Months Later
Vittorio adjusted the cuffs of his tux, looking at himself in the mirror one last time. He was a handsome bastard typically, but in a fucking tux? He was fucking gorgeous.
"You ready?" Marcello said from behind, clearing his throat. "There's still time to run you know. I have a car waiting out front."
Vittorio laughed as he turned, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.
"No fucking amount of coercion would ever get me to run today."
Marcello winked.
"I know, but I felt like I had to say it. Damn man, you are getting married today."
Vittorio grinned, unable to help himself. He was biting the bullet and putting a ring on his finger, taking himself off the market officially. In reality, he had been off the market the day he met Sharon.
"Let's do this."
Marcello nodded and opened the door, stepping out first. Together they walked to their spots, next to the officiant. Above, the sun shone brightly, the smell of roses in the air. Their guests were seated before him, a mixture of some of his family and hers. Probably more of his family, considering they were in New York and the number of dark suits that were surrounding the rooftop space.
Still, Vittorio had to give it to Sharon's parents. They hadn't even batted an eye when they had put them up in an expensive penthouse suite and Vittorio had gotten a hug, a fucking hug, from her father.
The music swelled, and Vittorio's mouth suddenly became dry as he saw Sharon at the end of the aisle, dressed in a tight fitting wedding gown, flaring like a princess gown at her waist. Her hair was down, with flowers weaving in and out of her curls. But it was the tears streaming down her face that stopped his heart, causing him to clear his throat at the sudden emotion.
With each step, Vittorio felt more emotion, surprised when his vision became blurred and he was forced to wipe his eyes. This was the woman who had come to him in the unlikeliest of ways, interrupted his life, and forced him to think about what was important. She had fucking stolen his heart without even realizing it and gave him cause for a future, with her.
Sharon reached her spot before him and he gazed at her gorgeous face before taking his fingers and wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"No tears today."
She smiled.
"I'm sorry. I just … I'm so happy. I can't believe we are doing this."
Vittorio took a step closer to her, his smile tender.
"I don't know why we waited so long."
Her expression softened, and he leaned down to brush his lips over hers.
"Excuse me. It isn't time to be kissing the bride."
Vittorio straightened, giving a sheepish grin to the officiant.
"Sorry. She's so fucking gorgeous. I couldn't help it."
The officiant smiled.
"Well, let's get you married then."
Vittorio took Sharon's hands in his, squeezing them gently as the officiant started the wedding, his eyes locked on hers. This was the woman who would be by his side for the rest of his life, the one who would give him children and would hold his hand during the good times and the bad times.
He couldn't think of anyone else he would rather share his life with.
***
The music pumped through the ballroom as Vittorio dragged his new wife through the crowd, nodding to their guests who were having a great time on his dime.
Not that he cared.
He had catered to Sharon's every whim, telling her that money was no object when it came to their wedding and reception, and had even turned down Bill's offer to pay for it. And, tonight, they would jet off to Italy for a week of rest and relaxation. He couldn't wait to show Sharon the country.
"Are you sure they won't miss us?" Sharon was asking as he found an exit, throwing it open.
"I promise," Vittorio answered, spying a door ahead of them. "Besides your husband needs you."
Sharon sighed happily.
"I can't believe we actually got married."
Vittorio felt the foreign circle around his finger, grinning all the same. Sharon had told him that he didn't have to wear a ring, but he had insisted. He wanted everyone to know he was married and happy.
They reached the door and he tried the knob, glad when it turned easily in his hand.
"It's a supply closet," Sharon said. "Thank god I changed out of the other gown or we wouldn't have fit."
Vittorio spun her into the closet and shut the door, trapping her between his body and the closed door.
"I would have made us fit. God, I want you so badly."
Her hand found his cheek in the dark and caressed it.
"I love you."
Vittorio's hands were already on her hips, sliding the white sheath up.