Page 101 of Whispers in the Dark
Of the way his lips reside only inches from mine.
Of the way my fingers curl around his biceps, his burly, defined biceps.
Of the way his hands fasten around my waist, securing me against his body.
Of the way his eyes darken, latching onto mine.
And of the way his cock hardens beneath me, his length snug against my ass.
“Mauro,” I breathe.
He grunts, his fingers curling around my hips, sliding me back and forth over him. “If we don’t go now, we’re never leaving this house tonight.”
He stills, then exhales slowly as he pulls his hands away from me.You’re right. Let’s go find you a dress.
I purse my lips. “I don’t want you to spend a lot of money on me—”
He presses a finger gently to my lips, and I freeze, his touch sending a shiver through me.You are my wife. My money is your money. And if I want to spoil you, I will.
My wife.Those words send a rush of electricity through my body, and I find myself involuntarily leaning toward him as if a magnetic pull lies between us.
His eyes drift to the floor beside the chair, and he smirks.Although if it’s that important to you… How about I let you pay for it?He bends down, retrieves my bag, and pulls out my wallet. He opens it and grasps the thick credit card between his fingers, holding it between us.But you have to use this.
I arch a brow. “That’s your credit card.”
He shakes his head.No, it’s my wife’s credit card. And she seems to have forgotten to use it.
“I haven’t forgotten.” I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s just…” I sigh, lifting one shoulder. “I’m used to taking care of myself.”
I know. But you have me now. And I want to take care of you.He slips the card back into my wallet and sets mybag on the floor. His eyes meet mine, his hand briefly cupping my cheek before falling away.Will you let me take care of you?
Such a simple question.
But one that has my chest tightening.
My eyes watering.
And my heart fluttering wildly.
Swallowing hard, I nod as I remove my glasses to run a finger beneath my eyes. Taking my glasses, he lifts his shirt, using the fabric to clean the lenses while showing off his mouthwatering abs. Carefully, he slides them back onto my face, positioning them until they’re just right. He gently tucks my hair behind my ear and then leans forward to press his lips briefly to mine.Good.But first, I have something to show you.
“What?”
He grins and lifts me effortlessly until my feet land firmly on the floor, then straightens beside me. Taking my hand, he leads me to the front door, helping me into my coat before opening it for us. The cold air rushes in, and I stop short when I see—
“What is that?” The words tumble out of me in shock.
He drags a hand through his hair, his brows knitting together.Do you not like it?
Sleek. Deep purple. A convertible, the top up against the snow. Sunlight glints off the polished surface, flawless. No scratches, no dents, nothing but pristine metal and sharp lines. It’s new. Likeextremelynew. And I can only imagine what the price tag on this might be. I take a step closer, seeing the Mercedes emblem, and blink a few times.
“Mauro…” I press my hand to my chest, feeling my heart beat rapidly beneath my jacket. “Did you…” I turn to face him. “Did you buy me a car?”
He nods slowly, uncertainty flickering across his expression before his hands move again.If you don’t like it, we canpick something else out. I know purple is your favorite color, but if you would rather have a different—
I lift a hand, stopping him as the words finally sink in. “You bought me a car,” I whisper, shaking my head as I look back at it. It’s beautiful. Exactly the kind of car I’d choose for myself if money were no object. And that realization tightens something in my chest. But he shouldn’t have spent this much on me. I swallow hard, turning back to him. “Why did you get me a car?”
Because you need something safe to drive. Every time you’re on the road, I worry about you.He waves a hand toward the car.This is one of the safest vehicles on the market. I even had winter tires installed.He lets out a sigh.This might seem extreme to you, but it isn’t to me.His expression softens as he steps closer.I need to know you’re safe, even when I’m not with you. My heart flutters at his admission.It was supposed to be your birthday present, but since it was custom-made, it took a little longer than expected.
