That's Amore! - Janelle Denison [34]
Efi grinned and made sure both her hands were in sight when everyone turned to stare, including her aunt Frosini across from them. Was her gnarled old aunt actually grinning at them as if recalling a wicked memory of her own? Efi lifted a brow.
The priest skillfully reached out and prevented his own glass from toppling over and didn't miss a beat as he continued to drone on in that way that only old priests knew how to.
A little while later, the official introductory speeches at a close, Efi went into the kitchen to help her mother serve the chopped fruit when Nick crowded her into the pantry and shut the door after them.
"You're a bad, bad girl," he murmured, his scent filling her senses even as he filled his hands with her breasts.
Efi made a half-hearted attempt to swat him away. "Me? You were the one who started it. I could have died when the table tottered the first time."
Nick chuckled and kissed her. "It was worth it just to see you blush."
Efi couldn't help but melt against his touch, his kiss making other, greater urgencies known.
"You realize it's been a week since we've made love," he said, kissing the side of her neck.
"Mmm. And it's going to be another week yet."
Nick groaned. "I don't think I can go that long without feeling you around me."
"You're going to have to." Efi said the words even as he backed her against one wall. A couple of cans teetered, so he switched directions and backed her against the door instead. He hiked her dress up even as she spread her thighs to his knowing touch. Just a few minutes. She wanted to feel him inside her as badly as he wanted to be there. To be joined in a way that shut all else out. That reminded her how very much she wanted this man. Not just now, but always.
And in one sweet week, seven short days, they would be finally able to have as much of each other as they desired.
The door moved against her back.
Efi groaned, reluctant to open her eyes and acknowledge that someone was trying to gain access to the room.
The door shook again, then was followed by a strident knock. "Efi? Are you in there?"
"No," she said quietly against Nick's mouth.
He chuckled and kissed her more deeply, working his index finger inside the elastic of her underpants until he stroked her slick flesh.
"Efi, you open this door this minute, do you hear me? A me sos."
Her mother's tone brooked no argument. Efi knew that nothing short of a barricade would stop Penelope Panayotopoulou from gaining access to the room. The question was whether Efi wanted to be caught with her underpants around her ankles when it happened, even if Nick was her groom and they would soon be married. There were just some things you didn't want your mother to see you doing. Ever.
Efi groaned and leaned her forehead against Nick's. "Please tell me these seven days will pass quickly."
"It's going to seem like a lifetime."
"That's not what I want to hear."
"Trust me, it's not what I want to say." He kissed her, his tongue lingering against her lips. "I'll find a way for us to get together."
She joined her hands behind his neck knowing that he would. She'd learned long ago that whatever Nick wanted, Nick got. And she was oh so happy he wanted her.
"Efi, tora. Now," came her mother's voice again.
Probably she was listening against the door and heard their exchange.
With a sigh, she straightened herself, then helped Nick do the