Page 115 of Poison and Wine
After squeezing my hand, she rose out of her chair. “I’m going to go heat up the dinner Lorna sent.”
“Sounds good.”
Earlier Kellan had come out with our daily lunch and dinner prepared by Lorna. Tonight was actually the first night one of my brothers hadn’t insisted on staying the night with us. Our safety was of concern to them despite having armed guards patrolling the perimeter twenty-four hours a day and having at least two bodyguards stationed at the house.
After a few minutes, Caterina poked her head out of the door. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Coming, Kitten,” I replied. As I rose out of the chair, I grimaced. The painkillers, coupled with the therapy and antibiotics, were giving me some relief, but this was the worst injury I’d incurred. Of course, I didn’t like letting Caterina see me in pain. Whenever she did, her mother hen instincts kicked into overdrive, sending her hovering over me.
Lorna had prepared a hearty beef stew, and I dug in. I’d emptied my bowl before Caterina sat down, she laughed. “I’m glad to see your appetite is coming back.”
When she pushed her portion across to me, I shook my head. “I’m not taking your food, Kitten.”
“I insist.”
“What kind of man would I be if I took my wife’s food?”
“The kind who won’t tell Lorna I’m not a fan of her beef stew?” she suggested.
I laughed before and took her bowl. “Your secret is safe with me.”
While I gorged myself on the stew, Caterina ate some leftover ziti she’d made for the bodyguards. When we finished, I helped her clean up the kitchen despite her protests. “You need to be resting,” she complained.
“I rest all the fucking time. It’s not going to kill me to take a few dishes to the sink.”
She huffed out a breath. “You’re a stubborn asshole.”
I grinned at her. “Aye, that I am.” Using my good arm, I slid it around her waist, drawing her flush against me. When I brought my lips to hers, I tasted the sweetness of the wine she’d had at dinner. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, causing her to moan. My hand slid up her ribcage to cup her breast. Her nipple pebbled immediately under my touch.
My shoulder might’ve been in a sling but my cock was working fine. When I cupped Caterina’s arse and rubbed her center against the bulge in my pants, she froze. A flip switched, and she jerked away. She stared up at me with eyes hooded with desire. “We can’t risk it,” she whispered.
I cupped her face in my hands. “Please, Kitten, don’t deny me any longer. Let me make you mine.” As I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, she shuddered. From her expression, I could tell a battle was warring in her mind.
“What if we cause more damage?”
“If it means finally burying myself in your pussy, I will risk it.”
A lazy smile curved across her lips. “Fine. You win.”
“Oh fuck yes.”
“Give me five minutes to freshen up.”
“Why do I have the feeling that if I let you out of my sight, you’re going to change your mind?” I protested.
“I promise.”
With a grunt, I eased back and let Caterina hurry down the hall to the bedroom. To calm my strung-out emotions, I went over to pour myself a glass of whiskey. I then checked the doors and nodded to the guard on the front porch before doing the same to the one on the back.
I’d just taken a large swig of liquor when Caterina came around the side of the couch. At the sight of her in white lacy garters and a skimpy white negligee that fit against her like a second skin, the whiskey spewed out of my mouth. “Fucking hell, Kitten.”
With a sexy smirk, she turned slowly allowing me to see what her arse looked like in the lace. While jiggling her ample cheeks, she asked, “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” Cocking my head at her, I asked, “What were you thinking when you packed that sinful little number?”
“That I wanted to finally be your wife in all ways.”
“Mm, I like your thinking.”