Page 102 of Storm in a D Cup

‘You shouldn’t be bicycling around in your state, you stubborn American woman.’ The man grinned as he lifted my bike into the back of his car and placed his hands on my hips, very intimate and sure of himself. Sure, he was sexy as hell, but what made him think I was going to surrender to him in the middle of a country road as the pale February sun set behind the Tuscan hills? Just because he smelled so great and I knew for a fact he was a really good lover?

‘Let me take my damsel in distress home and give her a long, long… foot rub,’ Julian coaxed, nuzzling my neck.

‘Is that all that’s on offer?’ I teased and he took my lips in one of his delicious kisses.

He beamed down at me, his eyes twinkling. ‘What were you thinking, exactly?’

‘Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking you could cook one of your specialties.’

‘Consider it done. Anything else?’

‘Well, maybe later we could relax…’

‘Done and done.’

‘Ooh, I could get used to being pregnant!’

‘Erica Cantelli, I love the hell out of you.’

‘Do you, now?’

‘I love you and our family and our home and our life. I couldn’t be any happier. I just want to wake up every morning so I can start the new day with you.’

‘Awh, me too, Julian…’

‘Whatever comes our way – locusts, models, chefs, your stepmother – we will always brave the storm, together, forever…’

Any more romance and I wouldn’t have felt married to the guy.

THE END