Page 181 of Mafia And Maid
“I’m so happy,” I murmur. Words I never thought I’d say to a man like Camillo. For his hardened ways and brutish exterior, he’s the only man who’s ever looked at me the way he does. Who’s shown me kindness and love. I thought I was way too broken to give love to a man. But he’s a man I can see myself falling in love with again and again for eternity.
His lips press to my forehead. “There’s more.”
“More?”
He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas Day. It’s a smile that takes my breath away.
His chin jerks behind me, and as I spin around, I nearly lose my footing, but his arms keep me steady and upright. “Careful, baby, there’s flour all over the floor.”
My gaze lands on a second tray of cupcakes. My brow puckers as I come closer.
And I can’t say a single word for several long seconds. “You’re...serious?”
“Yes. If I’m going to have you, I want all of you and all of your life. And I want it to be official.” His arms wrap around my body, pulling me into his flour-covered clothes. “But only if you approve?”
I nod, giving him a grin. “But does this mean that the second oven is as much of a mess as the top oven?” I giggle as tears shine in my eyes.
A movement behind Camillo catches my eye, and I see Cate and Juliana peering inside, followed by a flash of Debi’s head.
“Probably.” Camillo laughs as he gives an apologetic shrug. And then, he calls out to the girls. “You can come in now!”
Squeals fill the room as Juliana, Cate, and Debi file in.
“Let me see!” Debi gasps as she rushes toward the cupcakes.
Juliana claps her hands together with glee. “I can’t believe it actually worked.”
Cate holds up her phone. “I filmed the whole thing so we can play it at the wedding!”
“Welcome to the family!” Juliana cries.
“Thank you,” I giggle.
“You’re all so nosy,” Camillo mutters, rolling his eyes at the girls and grinning at the same time.
The girls pull me into their embrace, hugging me and lifting my hand for their inspection, each giving an approving look or a sigh of appreciation. Their warmness and clear joy for me make me melt.
“Alright, alright, enough. Out, out.” Camillo shoos them away with a snap of the towel on his shoulder. “I’d like some alone time with her now. You can pester her later.”
“What about dinner?” Debi asks.
“Debi, you might be my sister, but if you don’t fucking leave, I’m not responsible for the therapy you’re going to demand.”
The deep timbre of Camillo’s voice sends a thrill racing down my spine. I give Debi an apologetic smile before I’m tugged into Camillo’sarms once more, and I don’t even take a breath before his lips crash into mine.
He holds me to him and kisses me like he’s a dying man and I’m his last meal. Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and my legs turn to jelly.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against my lips. “For fucking ever, and then some, Rosa.”
“Yours.” I nod in agreement, still a little drunk on his kiss. “But you’re mine too.”
“Only yours, baby.” His lips trace over mine, parting them with expert ease.
My fingers fist his shirt, and I tug him closer.
“How long do you think we have until the kids want to come in and demand dinner?” he rumbles.
“Probably twenty minutes?”