Salvatore DiMarco, my husband, is the man I am going to give not only my heart, which he already has, but my body and soul. They are his for the taking.
“Would you take care of me?” I mumbled, and he kissed my neck, not a whisper but a firm press of his lips against my pulse.
“Always,” he sealed his promise with a kiss,
“I don't know what to do…” I sighed,
“Then, just feel…” he said, his hands reverently holding me close. I turned around to face him. His eyes were fire, need… and something raw, close to desire and love.
“I am not on birth control,” I looked away, and he kissed my temple.
“I don't care,” he said, and I opened my mouth to continue my rambling, which was meant to be internal, but for some strange reason, I felt the need to make it public when he added, “And I don
