Page 141 of The Temptation

“If I want. Are you kidding me right now?” She’s already tugging her dress over her head as she speaks.

I continue to watch her, admiring the show. Her bra and panties are next, and fuck me if her body isn’t pure sin.

If I weren’t wounded right now, I’d be all over this woman like a rash.

As if reading my mind, she pauses for a second and frowns down at me. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to fulfil my needs with your injuries?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“A legitimate one.”

“I may have a few stitches,” I growl, “but I can assure you my cock, hands, and mouth work just fine.”

The uneasy look on her pretty face is quickly replaced with a beaming smile. “Okay. I’m ready,” she says, with way too much enthusiasm.

It makes me a little uneasy. I know my way around a woman’s body, but Lucia isn’t just anyone; she’s my wife, and this is her first time. And with this damn gash in my side, I’m not exactly on my game.

“Where do you want me?” she asks when I continue to just lie here and stare.

“The bed would be a good start.”

I find myself laughing again when she bolts around to her side of the bed, her perky tits jiggling as she goes.

She overwhelms me in the best kind of way. I’m in deep,and somewhere beneath the clusterfuck that was my life, she’s become exactly what I need.

If I had to come home alone after facing what I did earlier, I don’t know how I would’ve handled it. But instead of losing myself in that shitshow, I get to lose myself in her instead.

This woman makes my world a better place.

I’ve never felt anything like this for anyone, so I can only hope my actions tonight will be enough to show her what my words can’t.

As soon as she slides under the covers, I roll onto my side and grit my teeth through the pain as I drag her closer.

I wrap her in my arms and rest my forehead against hers. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Do you even need to ask that?”

I smile. “There’s no going back.”

“There’s no going back for me either way. I’m yours, Mr De Luca, body, heart, and soul.”

“You realise if we do this, I’m keeping you.”

“I know. That’s my favourite part.”

I love that she’s so candid, and maybe in time that will rub off on me, because I’ve been a closed book for as long as I can remember.

“I’m going to have to take it easy with my injury. I don’t want to bust a stitch, but since it’s your first time, it’s probably for the best.”

“I can ride you if it’s easier. Or we can do reverse cowgirl … doggy, I’m up for anything as long as you’re sure it won’t hurt you.”

I crack up, I can’t help it. “Reverse cowgirl … doggy, do I even want to know how you learnt about those positions?”

“My books,” she says proudly. “They’re very educational.”

“Hmm,” I murmur, still struggling to accept the factthat every one of those fuckers she reads about is a perfect, brooding hero who probably knows how to express his feelings without breaking into a cold sweat.

It’s hard not to feel like I’ve got competition from a bunch of fictional arseholes when they are so … “swoony”. Her words, not mine. I hope I can live up to the person she’s built me up to be in her mind.