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‘Yes, I must when I am the one responsible for the vast majority of wonderfulness that we experience every day. Case in point, the two little hellions currently asleep next door.’
‘I agree on that point.’ He smirked. ‘Considering they both clearly take most of their fiery temperament from their mother.’
She lunged for him, but he turned her playful attack into a passionate embrace that quickly escalated until they were both suddenly tearing each other’s clothes off and he was laying her out on the galley floor.
‘You know how I feel about these wrap dresses,’ he groaned, pulling at the tie sash at her waist. One pull and the material fell open, revealing her signature strawberry-printed silk lingerie. ‘You are like a prize I’ve been waiting to unwrap all day,dolcezza.’
‘Spoken like a true ship’s captain.’ She laughed, then writhed as his hands traced the outline of her breasts. ‘Sometimes I wonder if you love these gifts more than you love me.’
‘You’re jealous?’ He growled playfully, nipping at the soft supple skin along the edge of the delicate fabric. ‘You need me to show you how much I adore all of you?’
‘Perhaps. Can you do that for me,amore mio?’ She smiled, knowing full well how much it affected him to hear her speak his native language.
‘Sì, tesoro.’Because that was what she was: his greatest treasure.
Only when she was fully bared to him did he fulfil his promise, showing her exactly how much he appreciated every one of her gifts. Each touch an unspoken promise that he would never stop ensuring that she felt the full extent of his love for her, for ever and always.
