Chapter Thirteen
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Alex said.
Her hand was a little clammy within his. The limousine that had come to pick them up was slowing down, about to enter the gates of his father’s mansion.
This wasn’t the house where he grew up. Lucas Greco had a lot of suspicions and paranoia, so the home he entertained his people in was not the same home he lived in. Although there were often a few close-knit events at his main home, they were never the ones for such large gatherings.
“Your father is going to be there. I’m there. Antonio, Marlo, and Cash are going to be there.”
Alex turned to him. “That’s not helping.”
“What’s the matter? If you’re afraid someone is going to attack you…”
“No, I’m not afraid. I don’t, us, getting this right tonight. I don’t want to be responsible for potentially killing people, Roman.”
He took her hand within his and kissed her knuckles. This had to be the first time in his entire life that he’d ever truly been close to a woman. Really close. Kissing, snuggling, going to bed together without sex, talking about pointless shit. He’d never done that with any woman.
“We’ve got this. I’m going to be by your side the entire night. You don’t have to worry. I promise you.”
The limousine came to a stop outside of the house, and he stared up at the main doors. Soldiers were placed all around the house, and he spotted several up on the roof. This was standard procedure for any event, but even still, it made him a little nervous about the threat held against his wife.
“You’re right. I’m being silly. We’ve got this. We’ve totally got this.”
And she still took in deep breaths.
“What are you most nervous about?” he asked.
“Getting this wrong, flinching away from your touch. Panicking. I’m not used to being in the spotlight. I’d rather be back home, watching a movie with the kids, or, you know, lying in bed.”
Roman placed his hand on her thigh and slowly started to tease up her leg. It had already been too long since he last touched her. Each night that he’d come up to bed, Alex had been fast asleep, so he had no choice but to take care of himself in the bathroom. Otherwise, he would’ve made a total fool of himself.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Do you need me to relax you? I can stroke this pretty pussy, get you nice and wet, and not let you come. You’ll be so relaxed and begging for me to take care of it later.” He cupped her face with his other hand, his thumb tracing across her full lips. “And you’d enjoy it. I know you liked having my tongue on your pussy, Alex.”
“Roman?” She gasped his name, and he couldn’t resist taking possession of her lips and kissing her hard and deep.
It had been too long since he’d felt those lips against his, even though it was just that morning.
Did Alex even realize they’d gotten into the habit of kissing each other? It wasn’t a passing kiss of strangers either. Each time was more passionate than the last. He looked forward to feeling her lips on his, and as he kissed her now, he didn’t feel her tense once. She’d stopped flinching away or trying to avoid his touch. She was slowly starting to accept him.
He could feel it.
This wasn’t a victory to him, though. This was something else. It was like he needed her to want him, to be just as desperate to be in his company as he was to be in hers.
“Roman,” she said, moaning.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because once you start, I don’t think I’ll ever want you to stop.”
He growled and then reached for her hand to press it against his hardening cock. “Feel what you do to me. How desperate I am for you.” He groaned, resting his forehead against hers.
“We better go inside.”