She burst out laughing. "Aw, Italy, you can do so much better."
"I can." I gripped her hips and tossed her next to me. "Wanna see?"
Andi laughed as I made quick work of stripping my body of the rest of my clothes.
I started at her foot.
It made sense.
To start at the bottom, work my way up.
She tried to kick me. I pulled her leg tighter. "Hey now, let me do my job."
"But it tickles."
"Good." I kissed the inside of her ankle. "Shh… you're going to wake up the animals."
"What?" Andi squealed. "They're stuffed!"
"Shh, they'll hear you!" My lips met the inside of her knee.
The covers bunched up in her hands as her head thrust back. "You're the devil. That really, really tickles."
"Andi, Andi, Andi…" I licked the inside of her thigh. "…you taste so soft."
"Mmm…" Her body arched.
My mouth inched higher.
Every muscle tensed.
"Shh..." I blew across her skin. "Enjoy this. I know I am."
"Sergio," she panted, "hurry up before I kill you."
"Please, I hid all the knives." My mouth licked at her core.
A yelp and then, "You're evil."
"I'm your husband." I sucked until she squirmed. "Your fault."
No more words, just panting and cursing.
Andi fisted my hair into her hands and tugged my head up then slammed her mouth against mine.
I rolled onto my back as she straddled me. "You were going too slow."
"Oh?" I choked out a laugh then stopped when she slowly lowered herself onto my body, inch by aggravating inch.
"Who's laughing now?"
I lifted her up, then slowly down. "Not me."
She gasped. "Me either."
"Faster."
I tsked. "Slower."
"Damn you, Sergio!"
"Let me enjoy this." I rolled my hips.
She cursed again, her nails making permanent marks on my chest as she pushed against me, her way of trying to go faster.
"You feel amazing." Her eyes closed.
I moved faster. She kept my same tempo and then threw her head back, her hair flying across her shoulders, whipping my hands where they were placed against her skin, causing such an erotic sensation and vision I had to grit my teeth to keep from finishing.
"Let go," I said through clenched teeth.
"If I let go…" She blinked open her eyes.
And I knew the truth; it was just another moment passed, another second closer to the end, which is why she wanted fast. Because she wouldn't have to think. With a growl, I pulled out and tossed her onto her stomach and covered her with my body, with my warmth, my strength. I gripped her hands and slowly inched into her then moved.
Seconds went by.
Minutes.
Hours?
Who knew?
It was a moment that didn't need definition, that just was — perfection as I felt her body tense then ease under mine, as I followed and experienced such completion at our joining that I knew I could follow her into heaven and know— —I'd done good.
I'd done good by her.
By me.
And I'd accomplished what I'd been set on Earth to do.
Love Andi.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Andi
"DUDE!" TEX STOOD FROM THE TABLE and stretched. "You look like you got some last night. Well done, Andi. Always get yours, that's what I say."
"Oh is it?" Mo countered from her end of the table. "Is that what you always say, baby?"
"I sense a fight." I held up my hands. "Don't put me in the middle of your drama. I'm too small."
"Please." Sergio snorted and met us with a bowl of popcorn. "You pack a punch and stole Tex's gun right out of his hands."
"Oh?" Mo's eyebrows shot up. "Baby, you didn't tell me that. Had something in your eye, did ya?"
Tex shot me a glare. "Whatever happened to you being my bitch, and I'm your bro, and you don't go blabbing to my wife?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Sergio grinned and tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth. "I was unaware of the rules."
"Rules." Mo flashed a smile. "Who likes those?"
"Nixon." Trace waltzed into the room. "Dibs on popcorn — oh, you know what would be great?"
All eyes fell to her. For the past week, since my return from the hospital Trace had been eating peanut butter like it was going out of style and chomping down on every piece of fruit in the house; she was constantly eating, and I do mean constantly. It was weird, though a bit hilarious, considering Sergio had finally sent his housekeeper out to get groceries on account that Trace and Bee had eaten everyone out of— "Holy crap!" I jumped out of my chair and covered my mouth with my hands. "Trace!"
She frowned, reaching a fist into the popcorn and stuffing it into her mouth.
I shook my head. "You're pregnant."
She paled.
Tex burst out laughing. "Nixon, you dirty dog…"
"Huh?" Nixon walked into the kitchen, a gun in hand Seriously, did the guy ever turn it off? Or put it away? Probably why Trace was preggers. I smirked at my own joke.
"Why am I dirty?"
"Trace!" Mo pointed an accusing finger in Trace's direction. "You got your wife pregnant. Well done, evil twin. Well done."
Nixon's face broke out into a smile. "Oh…" He winked at Tex. "…that."
Popcorn fell out of Trace's hand as she started counting on her fingers.