He opens the door to my bedroom and gestures with a sweeping hand for me to enter.
“Not going to carry me over the threshold?” I’m baiting him. I don’t even know why. I’m not sure what I want to happen. We’ve crossed a line downstairs that I swore I wouldn’t engage in again with Antonio.
But my heart and body aren’t in agreement with my mind.
He raises an eyebrow, drops my clothes in his hands, and with ease lifts me into his arms, sweeping me up under my legs as he carries me to the bed.
It takes every ounce of strength not to laugh and giggle. I will not wake the twins. They don’t need to discover Antonio in my bedroom.
Gently, he places me down on the mattress, hovering above me, staring down, waiting.
What is he waiting for? Does he want me to make the first move? Is something on his mind as well?
“The door,” I whisper, glancing from him to the adjoining door. It’s cracked, just a bit, but I don’t want to wake the twins.
He nods an affirmative and slips off the mattress. Antonio is swift and silent, securing the bedroom door and then the entrance to the hallway, giving us privacy.
Is this what he had in mind for ‘tucking me into bed’? I’m not complaining; I wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. However, downstairs had been a pretty good indication of something intimate.
My stomach fills with butterflies, and I nervously tug my bottom lip between my teeth.
Why am I nervous?
Why does Antonio have this power over me?
He stalks toward the bed like I’m his prey.
I exhale a nervous breath, and he continues toward me, climbing onto all fours, straddling me, trapping me.
“Antonio,” I whisper, staring up into his dark, heavy-lidded gaze.
His lips fall back onto mine. It feels natural as our bodies meld together against the mattress.
The shirt that I’m wearing inches up at my thighs, and his fingers push the material back, exploring every inch of my bare skin beneath the white dress shirt that’s missing half its buttons.
His hands are rough and strong, grazing my hips across my sides but waiting to reach the destination that I desire most of all.
He’s my undoing every time.
I grow restless, antsy beneath him. I want him. One kiss yields two, and I’m pulling him closer, harder, tighter against my body.
“Slow down,Tesorina,” Antonio whispers into my ear, bringing his teeth against the lobe, tugging playfully.
I groan at his insistence on teasing me to death. His knee slides between my thighs, mounting pressure against my core. I’m on fire, and he’s adding fuel.
My fingers roam against his waist, pulling at his clothes, wanting to feel his skin against mine.
“Not yet,” he says with more insistence and grabs my arms, pinning them together above my head.
Antonio is strong and forceful, but he doesn’t take what I don’t give him.
“You will not come until I give you permission,” he whispers against my ear.
The ache builds inside of me at his command.
“No,” I say and shake my head. He can’t do that. Control me.
“Yes,Tesorina. If you want this, you will surrender to me.”