Savio turned off the shower and pulled me out. He wrapped a towel around me then smiled at my confusion. “We’ll try again, Gem. I want you too much to pass up the chance to sink myself into your pussy again, but not up against the shower.” He gripped my hips and hoisted me up on the vanity counter. “Like this. That way your weight won’t bear down, and we can go slow.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing our naked bodies flush together. This time, when Savio pushed in, the pain was only a dull stretching sensation. Soon I rocked my hips against him, losing myself in the sensations.
Savio went ahead to the kitchen while I took another quick shower after he’d come inside of me again. When I entered the kitchen ten minutes later, most of the Falcone clan was there. Only Nino and Alessio were missing. Savio stood beside Kiara who was making pancakes, probably stealing half of the sweet rounds before they hit the plate.
I blushed immediately when everyone looked at me, sure they could see what Savio and I had done. Remo raised an eyebrow at Savio, who only smiled in that cocky way. My cheeks throbbed fiercely as I mumbled a quick good morning and hurried to Savio’s side. He wrapped an arm around my waist then pressed a kiss to my throat.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
I cringed. “What did you tell them?”
“Nothing.”
I tossed him a glare. “Is that why they’re looking at me like that?”
“They gathered things themselves. I neither confirmed nor denied their assumptions, but your reaction and blush when you came into the kitchen was all the proof they needed.”
“Oh no,” I said miserably. “I can’t ever face them again.”
Amusement shone in Savio’s eyes. He wasn’t wired to feel embarrassment and I wished I were the same way. “Come on, Gem. They knew we were going to fuck at some point.”
“Don’t use that word,” I pressed out, slanting a worried look at Kiara who pretended to be busy with the pancakes.
“That we did the nasty then.”
Kiara’s mouth twitched.
I wanted the ground to swallow me. Shoving Savio, I muttered. “You’re impossible.”
He chuckled, kissing my ear. “That’s what you love about me, admit it.”
Done. The word was only a thought, yet I might as well have said it. I tensed and Savio, too. He pulled back, suddenly not playful.
“While your awkward attempt at young love is a sickeningly entertaining sight to behold, you’re distracting Kiara from making me breakfast, so how about you get a fucking grip?” Remo said from his spot at the kitchen table. Nevio giggled. Serafina gave both her men a stern look, which had no effect.
Savio drew back from me and gave his brother the finger. “I’ve had to watch your display of twisted affection with Fina for years now, so how about you get a fucking grip?”
I moved to Kiara’s side, glad to have my back on the spectacle. She gave me a soft smile. “Don’t mind them. It’s their way to show their love for each other.”
I nodded. It wasn’t Remo’s words that had me flustered, however, but my almost love declaration, which had given Savio a look of near-panic. “Do you need my help?”
As if she could sense my need to do something to distract myself, Kiara handed me the spatula. “Maybe you could take over for a while then I can make sure that Massimo doesn’t eat his crayons.” With a grateful smile, I took her spot at the stove while she went over to her younger son in his highchair.
Eventually, Savio wrapped his arm around my waist from behind. I peered up at his face. The playful smile was back, but I remembered his previous seriousness. Why had he reacted that way? Was he worried I’d expect him to say it back if I told him I loved him? Of course, I did, but only if he did, indeed, love me.
He snatched up another pancake from the pan, miraculously without burning his fingers. I tried to hit him with the spatula but clanged it against the counter when he jerked his hand back. “I’m always a step ahead of you, Kitty.”
Only when it came to the physical side. When it came to the emotional part of our relationship, I was definitely a step ahead, and had always been.
I wasn’t sure why I’d freaked in the kitchen. The three words had crossed my mind before, but a declaration in front of my family definitely wasn’t going to happen.
Gemma hadn’t uttered the words yet either, nor had she tried to urge them out of me, for which I was entirely grateful. It just didn’t feel right yet… or maybe I was a fucking coward.
At least, our sex life was slowly picking up its pace. I still had to go slow, but I didn’t mind. The only thing that bothered me was that Gemma’s mouth stayed clear of my dick. She hadn’t once attempted anything in the four times we’d had sex.