Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,89
deep in his throat that told me he was pissed, but he wasn’t going to argue the point. “So what’s the problem?”
I didn’t want to say this. I didn’t want to push, and I didn’t feel like I should have to be the one to bring it up either. He’d given me his word all those months ago in his apartment that he wanted there to be an us, and he’d never strayed from that.
In the time we’d been together, he’d never given me any reason to doubt him, his intentions, or his feelings. He wanted me knocked up. He preferred his mountain, but he wouldn’t give up working just because I’d come into my trust fund. So we spent as much time as possible up here in between jobs he did for André. He worked when he felt he needed money and I spent my time getting our dream house built.
I should’ve been perfectly happy. Everything between us was better than I ever could’ve imagined. But he hadn’t ever mentioned the one word that grew bigger in my mind with every passing day.
I didn’t know if he was ever going to mention it.
Out of patience, he barked out an order. “Spit it out, woman.”
“I thought I would be married before I had kids,” I blurted.
It was instant. His face transformed. The side of his mouth curved up, a gleam of mischief hit his eyes and the bastard winked. “Is that right?”
It was my turn to growl. “You’re seriously going to stand there and make fun of me?”
“No.” Picking me up, he covered the distance to the back deck of the cabin, and set my ass on the edge of the deck as he shoved my legs wide. “I’m going to fuck you while I make fun of you.” Without any more warning, he fisted himself with one hand, yanked my dress out of the way and shoved into me.
My legs came up, my back arched and I braced myself with my hands behind me as I let out a half cry, half moan. He felt so damn good, I almost forgot I was mad at him. “This doesn’t get you off the hook for making fun of what I said.”
“I’m not making fun of what you said.” He thrust deep and grabbed the side of my face as his fingers tangled in my hair. “I’m making fun of the fact that you don’t see what’s in front of you.” Bringing his mouth to mine, he kissed me. Deep and commanding, like everything about him, he owned my mouth like he owned my body.
Pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, he caressed my cheek. “You’ve got me so wrapped up in you, woman, I can’t get any more got.” His voice went whisper low. “I’m yours. You’re mine.” Grasping my hand, he slid something onto my finger.
I stilled.
Lacing my fingers through his, he brought our joined hands up. “We’re getting married, woman.”
A huge emerald, the color of the trees around us, surrounded by diamonds, sat on my ring finger.
“Sebastiano,” I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek.
“Ti amo. Sei mio, principessa.”
“I love you, too. So much.” Tears of joy fell unchecked down my cheeks, and I smiled. “You had this planned.”
Grabbing my hips, giving me his smile, he thrust deep, but his tone turned lethally quiet. “Don’t ever underestimate me.”
I cupped his face, but I caught myself before giving him an apology. Instead, I gave him a promise. “I won’t anymore.”
He brought our clasped hands to my chest, just over my heart. “Thrust me with this, Summer.” His gaze piercing mine, he made me a promise. “I’ll never take it for granted.”
I swallowed past the emotion in my throat. “Okay.”
“You good?”
My heart, my joy, they compounded and I smiled. I knew what he meant, and I didn’t take offense like I had before. “Beyond good.”
He nodded once. Then, easing back only to push in slow, he glanced to where our bodies were connected. Watching himself, he gave me another measured thrust before bringing his gaze back to me. His eyes dark and serious, he held me in his intensity. “I’m lost inside you, woman.”
A shiver rippled through my body before settling in my heart. “You’re my home.” I didn’t know how to say it any better than that.
“Good.” Grasping my hips, he thrust hard and deep and brought his mouth to mine. “Go off the pill tomorrow.”
Overcome with happiness, I couldn’t help it. I giggled. “In a hurry