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.
Deciding to push her a tiny bit, I wrapped my arms around her from behind during our fight training.
“How about a little wager? If you win, I’ll go down on you and if I win, you go down on me?”
“That sounds like you’re winning either way,” she muttered.
I laughed, stunned by her words. “You think me going down on you is me winning?”
Her cheeks heated and she focused back down on wrapping her hand. I chuckled and tightened my hold around her waist. “You are right. Your pussy is the most delicious treat I’ve ever had.”
A small shiver took hold of her body. “You know as well as I do that I can’t win against you.”
“Then how about you win if you land a direct hit to my face and I win if I have you on the ground?”
She pursed her lips.
“Come on, Kitty, be brave. Don’t tell me you’re scared of taking my cock in your mouth?”
She jerked out of my hold with a huff. “I’m not.”
Oh, she was. Question was if her traditional upbringing was the root of the problem or her inexperience. Probably both.
Gemma raised her fists. “I’m not,” she insisted again.
I shrugged with a grin. “Then let’s begin.”
She attacked at once. Gemma was quick and almost snuck past my defenses. After a few quick punches against my forearms and sides, she tried a kick to my knees. I toyed with her for a while, riling her up. Soon Gemma’s hair curled wildly around her sweaty face and frustration shone in her eyes.