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I walk out to find Maksim waiting for me. He has dark circles under his eyes, but he looks a bit refreshed and has a clean suit on. He looks dashing. “Were you able to take a nap?”
He nods, holding out his arm and I take it, placing my hand on his large, wonderfully toned bicep, then hand him a napkin. “What's this?”
“I saved you a caramel and chocolate chip cookie. If you don't want it, I'll eat it.”
He splits it in half and gives me a piece. I wait for him to bite into it and preen when he moans, shoving my half into my mouth. “Oh great,” he groans.
I swallow down my bites. “What is it?”
“Now I'm going to hear people talk about how good my wife'scookietasted.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Maks stiffens and stops walking, looking down at me. He looks so serious, but his eyes seem to darken. His thumb comes up to my face, and I hold my breath while he wipes the corner of my mouth so softly. If he wasn't so warm I would barely feel his touch. He puts his thumb to his mouth, and I follow when he licks the chocolate off. “Delicious cookie indeed.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, taking in the roguish Italian features of his face, noticing when the muscle of his jaw clenches with a tic. He's fucking beautiful. Even the length of his sooty lashes is so unfair. I have to stop myself from thinking if our children would be blessed with his lashes.
“When we enter together, I'm going to kiss you, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe, remembering the last time his lips were on mine was our wedding day.
He takes a step forward, but it's not until he takes another when I realize he's practically dragging me along. “Tired?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah.”
He gives one curt nod, but I'm still looking up at him, at the way the stubble on his strong cut jaw only heightens his dangerous appeal. What does he think about? I know he thinks his wife is ridiculous, but what else does he think about? It can't all just be murder, mayhem and booze, can it?
Without lowering his head, because my husband walks tall and strong, his eyes meet mine in a side eye. “What is it?”
“You, uh-erm, nothing. You just look rather beautiful tonight.” I mumble shyly.
“Repeat that?”
I blush, feeling his bicep beneath his jacket where I'm holding onto for what feels like dear life. I suddenly feel like I'm fourteen years old again and telling a boy at school I fancy him. “You look good. Tonight. Uh, Mr. Giordano.”
He smirks, never taking the eye I can see from here off me. “You lookbeautifultonight as well, Wife.”
Oh, so the wanker did hear me.
“And I'm sorry about this morning. You did a good thing. I don't think I've seen so many children line up for a picture with a fairy before. I'm sorry I called you ridiculous.”
“Then why did you?”
We're finally at the entrance of the venue, and the arm I was holding goes around my waist, his hand planted firmly on my hip. “Because I wanted to bend you over the stairs and see if I could make your little wings flutter while your pussy milked my dick, and I was angryI couldn't.” He growls, pulling me in for a kiss that feels like more than just a kiss. His free hand cups my jaw, something that would have me spiraling only makes me feel slightly dizzy, wanting more. He doesn't break my lips apart or even lick at them, still, the heat of it slips from my lips to the middle of my chest and spreads throughout my body only to land on my core.
He smells fantastic. I almost moan when he pulls away, and my body follows as though seeking the warmth of his.
Oh, I'm in such deep shit.
I'm playing with fire.
Or maybe he is.
We're seated with the families, wine and food before us, along with little treats that were catered. People come to the table and congratulate Angie on the one hundred and sixty thousand she raised after her speech. Along with greeting all of the Dangerous Dons at the table, Maksim proudly introduces me to each and every single one of them as his wife, keeping his arm around me possessively as we take pictures with the group.
I haven't seen Parker for hours.
"Are you okay?"
I put a gloved hand in his and lean over a little closer, so it looks as though we're having a small intimate moment. "I haven't seen Savage in a while, have you?"