Page 62 of Bound By A Promise
I shook my head. “No. If I go back, they’ll want me to stay. What time is it?”
“Almost seven.” He kissed my nose. “Yesterday was a long day.”
“Can we have a few more minutes in our bubble?”
“How about we shower and then I call Dario?”
That reminded me. “Cat knows about us—the wedding. She talked to Em.”
“Oh fuck. I should probably call him sooner rather than later.” He reached for his phone. “Shit, I have missed calls.”
Tugging at the sheet, I wrapped it around my body and stood.
“What’s with the dark Roman goddess attire?” Dante asked, standing in his naked Greek-god beauty. My focus went to the part of his body I’d never before seen. Oh, I felt it, but now it was right there.
Dante laughed. “I told you you’d see all of me.”
I shook my head. “How did that fit inside me?”
“Perfectly.”
“And it gets bigger?” I moved my gaze to his. Amusement glistened in his dark orbs.
“It’s about to show you if you keep looking at it like that. What’s with the sheet?” he asked again.
“I’m not wearing any clothes.”
He came closer and tugged at the sheet. “I like you without clothes.” He pulled the sheet away, letting it drop to the floor. “I’m considering implementing a new rule in our apartment. As long as we don’t have company, the entire apartment will be a clothes-free zone.”
“It gets cold in Missouri.”
“That’s what I’m for.”
I looked up at his chiseled jaw now covered with more beard growth. “Were you serious about birth control last night?”
“That’s what you remember about last night?”
“I remember many things about last night, but that’s one.”
“Yes, I’m serious.”
“Just like that? Catalina and Dario have Ariadna, and Jano and Mia are pregnant.”
“Thus, the need for birth control,” he said. “Abstinence is off the table.”
I tilted my head to the side. “You don’t want children?”
Exhaling, Dante sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to his lap. With his penis making its presence known, I peered down and up.
“Ignore it.”
“That’s kind of hard,” I said with a giggle.
“Yeah, you make it that way.” He teased my hair away from my face. “There will be a lot of these subjects, things we should have talked about before our wedding. We’re going to need to tackle them one at a time. My guess is that we’ll have enough friction from the outside, especially at first. You and I can handle whatever comes our way as long as we talk about it.”
“Children?” I again asked, unsure how I felt about the subject. Honestly, it was never a question ofifin my upbringing, butwhen. When was after marriage.
I was married.