SEALed With A Kiss(5)
Vinny stretched out on the length of his childhood bed, his toes hitting the footboard. The double bed felt tiny compared to the king-sized monstrosity they had at home, but he positively loved the coziness of having Ophelia snuggled up against him. Now that they were married, his mother had finally relented and let them share a bed. No more having to sneak Ophelia in after midnight and then get her back into Bella’s room by dawn. “This is so nice,” he purred, sliding his hand up under his wife’s nightshirt and down inside of her panties.
To his confusion, she seemed to stiffen slightly. What was that about? He backed off, smoothing the hourglass outline of her body from her hip to her shoulder. “You doin’ okay, Lia?” he asked calling her by her nickname. Maybe his mama had made some comment that he hadn’t overheard and Lia was gnawing on it, hurting on the inside.
“Yeah, sure,” she said with forced brightness.
He turned his head, seeking her turquoise eyes in the dark. There they were, lit by the glow of the city and the beams of the street lamp slicing through the cracks in the curtains. “My mother didn’t say somethin’ to hurt your feelings, did she?”
“No, not at all. I’m just thinking about the parade tomorrow, looking forward to it.”
“Yeah? Ready to gorge yourself and put some meat on those skinny hips?” he quipped.
The sound she made in her throat told him that his joke sucked.
Besides, her hips weren’t skinny. They were smooth and curvy, and the cool globe of her ass cheek filled his palm to perfection. He fitted his pelvis to hers as he kneaded her backside, letting her feel her effect on him. “You’re perfect just the way you are,” he rasped, sliding his hand up the delicate vertebrae of her spine and rejoicing inwardly as she arched and relaxed into his embrace.
She needed warming up was all. He knew how to do that. Matter of fact, getting Lia all hot and bothered was pretty much what he lived for ever since the day he dragged her to the top of the old lighthouse at Cape Henry. Remembering her astonishment when he’d made her come twice in mere minutes, he applied himself to the challenge of doing it again.
Lia’s hum of pleasure was all the encouragement he needed to toss back the covers, strip off her drawers and replace his hand with his mouth. He nibbled his way to the juncture of her thighs, licking and nipping until she sighed in surrender and spread her legs in a silent plea. Sneaking a peek up the length of her luminous body, he was rewarded by the vision of her nightshirt pulled to her shoulders and her own hands on her breasts. Now that was sexy. He loved her taste, her scent, and her responsiveness. Not a day went by that he didn’t thank God she was his.
Sure, she could be a handful. Sure, she got herself regularly into trouble by butting heads with people in positions of authority and upending the status quo. But, with Lia, there was never a dull moment.
His confidence grew as her skin grew heated. She trembled with excitement under his dancing tongue, her breath coming faster. He backed off intentionally, stoking the embers of her desire by degrees until he finally gave her what she wanted.
He knew the exact moment that her orgasm seized her, and he could only pray that she would stifle her cry of pleasure so his mama and sister couldn’t overhear. She did, biting her lower lip as she rode the storm, then stretching languorously beneath him as he covered her body with his and filled her to the hilt.
Ah, yes. This was home. In her snug, silken warmth, he found his refuge, a place where he could return again and again to encounter bone-deep satisfaction. Wrapping her slim thighs around him, Lia pulled him closer, sought his mouth, and kissed him until he floated in a sea of sensation, their limbs entwined, their bodies merging.
“I love you so much, Vinny,” she confessed between kisses.
She’d been saying that a lot lately. And while he could never hear it enough, the words were beginning to take on a portentous quality. She couldn’t know if something bad was going to happen to either of them, could she? Nah, it was just his paranoid mind playing tricks on him. He pushed the unpleasant thought to the periphery and concentrated on the bliss that was taking his body by storm.
Oh, yeah. Oh, baby. It was like this every time—just too damn good to make holding off a viable option. He let ecstasy geyser through him. Groaning his surcease against her sweet-smelling neck, he acknowledged that he was the luckiest man alive, and nothing was going to change that fact anytime soon, not if he could help it.
“I love you, too, cara mia. Christ, I love you,” he murmured into her ear. And then he promptly fell asleep.
Chapter Two
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