Page 186 of Sins of the Orchid

With a feigned expression of interest, his eyes darted left and right. “Where are they? Are they cute?”

All three of us burst into carefree laughter. There was still another threat looming, but right now, we’d enjoy the moment. Lorenzo pulled out his phone. “Okay, a few pictures. For evidence and memories.”

The cake sat in front of us, and Santi cut a small piece. He had the baker make a cake specially for us, with ice cream as the topping.Pink cake for my goddess,he said.

He picked up a piece with his hands.

“Open,” he ordered, and I immediately parted my mouth. His gaze burned like a lit match, igniting an inferno that threatened to turn me to ash before we even consummated our marriage. It was probably a moot point, since we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves from the moment we got a taste of each other.

He put a small piece of cake into my mouth, and I closed it, trapping his finger. Our eyes locked, his full of promises. A hot shudder ran down my back, tingling between my thighs pulsing with need.

This love and desire we shared… it was all-consuming, soul-shattering. The kind that you happily let consume you.

He slowly pulled his finger from between my lips. My heartbeat drummed in my ears, in sync with the throbbing ache at my core.

“Jesus you two,” Lorenzo muttered. “I have pictures. Lots, though I think they might belong on an X-rated site.”

Santi gave him a dark, warning look. “Okay, okay,” Lorenzo muttered, raising his hands in surrender. “Not on the X-rated site. I’ll text you the pictures and delete them.” He grinned his ‘up to no good’ smile. “Thank you for the invite. I’m going to go.”

He stood up and my gaze flickered to him. “Thanks for coming,” I said, offering him the cheek as he leaned over.

He pressed a light kiss on it. “I’m happy for you, sister,” he whispered low against my cheek. “If he ever makes you cry, come to me, and I’ll make him pay.”

“I will,” I promised softly. There would never be the need for it, I knew it in my heart. Santi must have heard Lorenzo because there was dark amusement in his eyes. Probably his ‘you can try but you’ll never succeed’look.

Lorenzo left and I returned my attention to my husband.My husband!I’d never tire of that.

“My turn,” I told him and lifted a smaller piece of cake, knowing he didn’t like sweets. He opened his mouth, sending a rush of languid heat through my veins. I watched him swallow, licking the remains of the cake from his lips.

He lifted another piece of cake into my mouth, and I took it. Though right now, it was the last thing I wanted or needed. I slowly chewed on it, wishing his lips were on mine. The unique taste of sin that tasted amazing, but only when Santi kissed me.

“I’m done. I want to go home.” My blush burned my skin, but it didn’t match the pulsing heat between my thighs.

“Yeah?”

With a light nod, I stood up and extended my hand. He was home. It didn’t matter where in the world I was as long as I was with him. His warm, big hand grabbed mine and we rushed towards the Jeep. The moment we climbed in the seats, Santi’s hand reached beneath my skirt and dragged his knuckles over my clit through my panties.

A moan escaped me. He put the car in drive and drove through the main street full of people, keeping his hand up my dress and rubbing my pussy as my insides clenched. His finger slid inside my panties, dipping into me and my hips bucked.

“Don’t come until your husband allows it,” he growled with heat.

My eyes flared open, meeting his hot gaze. His finger lazily pumped in and out of me. I hadn’t been touched by anyone since Italy, but over the last day the greed for him increased tenfold. The withdrawal kicked in shortly after each fix.

“Please,” I panted, his thrusts harder as I threw my head back against the seat. “Oh God… please.”

My body quivered and shook with need. I needed this release. He removed his finger and pulled my panties back into place. My eyes snapped open, and I watched him suck his finger clean.

“Why did you stop?” I breathed hard.

“Your first orgasm as a married woman will be with my cock in your pussy,” he said. His hard bulge didn’t escape me. “So you will wait.”

“I can’t wait,” I whimpered, shoving my hand down my panties, fingering myself. “I-I need it now.”

I stroked my clit, almost anticipating Santi stopping me. But he never did. Instead, his gaze burned. I watched through heavy lids, my finger mindlessly rubbing on my clit.I’m so close.

“Santi,” I moaned. His hand came around my wrist and stilled my movements.

“Stop,” he ordered, and a whimper left my lips.