Page 44 of Bound By A Promise
“Is that what I’m feeling?” She wiggled her sexy ass.
“No,” I growled. “Be careful. I could do more than kiss you.”
“It is my wedding night.”
“Oh fuck,” I growled with a grin. “We’re breaking enough rules. You’ll legally be mine before I take your sweet, tight cunt.”
Camila’s breathing hitched.
“You do know what will happen after our vows, right?”
She nodded quickly. “With you, Dante. Only with you.”
Palming her cheeks, I brought her luscious lips to mine.
Fuck.
My cock hardened from wood to steel as I tasted her sweetness and plunged my tongue into the depths of her warm haven. Her moans and whimpers filled the air as we both sought to get closer. No longer content with holding her face, my hands again wandered…beneath her sweatshirt, beneath the second shirt. Each inch of her flesh was softer than the last.
Pushing the cups of her bra down, I fondled her breasts, palming each one. The way her back arched and her shriek reverberated in the car was more effective than Viagra as I tweaked each nipple. Camila was all the woman I didn’t deserve, and yet, here she was in my grasp.
She didn’t back away. No, Camila pressed back, kissing me as if she were kissing to save her life. Her small body wiggled over mine as the scent of cinnamon filled my senses. There was more, the scent of her arousal.
It took all my self-control to keep my touch above her waist. I reminded myself that in the span of a few hours, I’d have access to all of her.
Finally, I pushed her back, only far enough to break our connection. “Fuck, Camila. We need to say our vows. I’m ready to fuck you right here.” I ran my thumb over her swollen lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and I don’t deserve you.”
Her chin lowered.
“No.” I lifted her chin until our gazes met. “You are gorgeous. I’ve thought so since the first time I saw you.” Her long lashes fluttered. “Are you certain of your decision?”
“I am.” There was no wavering in her voice.
I pushed the button, raising my seat and helped her climb back to the passenger seat. “Then we have a wedding to attend.”
After she fastened her seatbelt, I wiped the condensation from the inside of the windows and peered into the shadows along the street. Camila was right. There could easily be cartel members nearby. I put the car in drive. After adjusting myself, we began the drive to Aléjandro and Mia’s home.
A few minutes into the trip, I spoke, “I promise that as mine, you’ll be safe and protected.” The streets of San Diego passed by the windows. “We’re going to have shit to deal with because of our wedding, but I don’t want you to worry about it.”
She pressed her sexy, swollen lips together. “Tonight is my wedding. I don’t want to talk about what will happen later unless it’s about what will happen once we’re alone.” She lowered her chin, and I could only imagine her cheeks filling with a rosy hue. “And maybe we shouldn’t talk about that.”
Stealing a look in her direction, I grinned. “You don’t need to worry about that either.”
“I’m not worried. I’m…” She lifted her hands to her face. “After that kiss…I’m curious.” She lowered her hands. “I chose you for my first kiss. I’m choosing you for all my firsts.”
“I fucking hope you never regret that decision.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
I pulled the rental car up to Aléjandro and Mia’s gate and pushed the button. Silas’s voice came from the box. “Identify yourself.”
“Dante Luciano, Silas.”
The gate before us opened.
Camila laid her head against the headrest. “I can’t believe we’re having a secret wedding at Aléjandro Roríguez’s home.”
A new thought came to me. “Will you regret not having a big wedding?” I turned to watch her expression.