One Wild Wedding Night_ All the Way - Leslie Kelly [11]
Tears rose in her eyes. Tears of pleasure. Tears even of appreciation. Because he’d done it. He’d made her feel beautiful—absolutely irresistible, sexy, desirable. All the things she hadn’t felt about herself for such a very long time.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “And I love you so much.”
Smiling, keeping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, she kissed him back and replied, “I love you, too, Tony.”
Chapter 4
So much for making slow, sweet, erotic love to his wife for hours. They were finally alone, finally had some privacy and a great big bed to do it in, and he’d taken her up against a wall.
That wasn’t what Tony Santori had planned to do tonight. He’d intended a slow fantasy, a slower seduction.
When his parents had showed up at his door this evening, demanding the right to babysit the boys so he and Gloria could have one night alone together at the hotel, he’d been ready to kiss their feet. Because God knew, he and Gloria needed it.
He might be a lunkhead, as she affectionately called him sometimes. But he wasn’t stupid. It didn’t take a genius to know that his sweet, sassy wife was unhappy. That she’d lost a bit of her sparkle and some of her self-confidence.
What he hadn’t realized, until recently, was that she missed their sex life as much as he did.
“You know, I’ve been telling myself for a couple of months that I was a pig for wanting to jump on you every time we were out of the boys’ sight,” he admitted a short time later, as they lay, still entwined, on the hotel bed. “There you were being mother of the year to my three hellion sons and all I wanted to do was rip your clothes off and screw your brains out.”
She tightened her arms around his neck, lightly kissing his nose. “That’s one of the nicest things you’ve ever said to me.”
He laughed and so did she. Because she was probably right. He wasn’t exactly the poetic sort.
“It wasn’t until I heard you cry last week, after we had a fast grope-and-go under the covers, that I realized you might not be any happier about the situation than I was.”
“I haven’t been,” she admitted, confirming what he’d finally begun to figure out. “I’ve been feeling so disconnected. So…asexual, almost. Not to mention just plain horny.”
He looked down at her, slowly unbuttoning her dress, uncovering the beautiful breasts, the soft curves of her body. “You are the most sexy, sexual woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I will take care of your every need, whenever you need me.”
She lifted her shoulder, then a hip, to help him ease her clothes off her body. Reaching for his, she helped him, as well, until neither of them wore a thing. Except each other.
He reached up and touched her shoulder, running the tip of his finger across her collarbone, loving the softness of her skin.
“Those things you said downstairs…”
“They were easy to say,” he admitted. “Because they were all true. Every damn one of them.”
He meant it. A poet he was not, yet when clearing the air with his wife, who’d seemed so distant lately, everything he’d been thinking had come rushing out. From what he felt about her, to what he saw when he looked into her sad eyes and her weary smile, to how much he had taken her for granted…and oh, God, to what he wanted to do to her.
All of it true.
“And yet, with all of that, the first chance I got, I jumped on you,” he said, hearing his own self-disgust.
She arched toward him, as if unable to help it. “That’s what made it so…mmm…good. Do you know how much I needed to feel like you were absolutely out of control over me?”
He moved his hand, replacing it with his mouth, kissing her as he’d said he wanted to. “I was. I am.” When he reached the hollow of her throat, he licked the skin there, tasting a tiny bit of sweat from their wild, sexual exertions.
“Oh, Tony,” she groaned, tilting her head back, silently asking for more. He gave it to her, nibbling his way down her body so he could kiss the top slopes of her full breasts.
She twined