His fingers stilled on his shirt buttons. “I don’t want to tell you because it’s not important.”
“And yet, it made you curse like that? I’ve seen very little that causes you to lose your arrogant confidence. I know you’re used to keeping matters close to your chest, that you probably never had a chance to confide in any—”
“It does not concern you, Pia. Bene?”
A sudden prickling heat behind her eyes, Pia simply nodded.
Raphael exhaled harshly, the tight line of his shoulders relenting. His hair, already messed up by Milan’s humidity, became a little wilder when he pushed his hand through it. “I did not mean to be short with you.” A sigh that made that broad chest rise and fall. “Mi dispiace, Pia.”
Whatever hurt she had felt, his genuine apology instantly placated it. The matter was nowhere near resolved, she knew. It was her right as his future wife, it was her deepest wish that he share everything with her. But Pia had enough patience to wait. In every way, Raphael had proved that he was worth waiting for. “It’s okay, Raphael.”
“You mean it, don’t you?”
“Si.”
His dark eyes, liquid with desire, swept over her. “I knew there was more than one reason I wanted to marry you.”
Swallowing away her own anxiety about what was coming, she wanted to do something bold but in the strange mood he was in, it was hard to hold on to her newly discovered confidence.
“Would you like something to drink? I have some nice Chianti.”
Despite the thick tension in the air, Pia smiled. She loved that he always remembered those small details. From the most trivial to the most important, he was always looking out for her. Part of it, she knew, was his nature. That sense of responsibility that had fallen on his shoulders at a young age had never quite left him.
He was one of those alpha males who walked into a situation and immediately took charge of it. Protected the innocents and chased away the threats. And remained aloof even amidst a crowd.
Part of his protective instincts toward her were also because she was Gio’s granddaughter. And he was big on loyalty.
But a small part of it, she hoped, was because of what she meant to him. Was because of who she was.
She covered the few steps between them, until the tips of her breasts were barely grazing his chest. “I feel like I’m already drunk. So no thank you.”
He grabbed her wrists and pushed them behind her until the front of her was pressed deliciously up against his hard body. “Always so polite.” His mouth flicked a silky, wet trail from her jaw down to the crook of her neck. He sucked her skin rough and hard. Pia jerked as wetness rushed between her thighs. She couldn’t even clench them because he had jammed his hard thigh between hers. “Raphael, wait…”
“Always so ready to forgive and forget. Always so generous.”
A keening moan rose from her throat as his wicked tongue softly licked the hurt he had inflicted with his teeth. Pain and pleasure fused, love and desire roped together and ran hot like a cocktail through her blood.
Somehow she managed to pull back, clasped his jaw and forced him to meet her gaze. “Raphael, will you not tell me what has made your mouth become hard again?”
His hands started torturing her then, stroking up and down her back, kneading her hips, cupping her behind until his arousal pressed against her lower belly. Her temperature shot up ten degrees at the least. “My mouth becomes hard?”
“Yes.” She moaned when he rubbed it against her. “And you get that look in your eyes.” With a half sob, half smile, she caught his hands with hers. “You have just asked me to be your wife and I accepted. You cannot hide things from me now. I want to share everything, Raphael, the good and the bad, with you.
I want to be here when you need me, just as you were there for me when I needed you.”
She had no idea if she had gotten across to him. But when he raised his head and looked down at her, there was a dark glitter in his eyes. “There is something I need from you tonight. Will you give it to me?”
“Si. Anything.”
“Undo my cuffs.”
Taking his left wrist in her hands she undid the cuff links. And then repeated the same with the other hand. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it off those broad shoulders. The sight of his lean chest with all his skin stretched taut over it made Pia tremble.