Chapter 20 Sophia
Sophia
Massimo draws a warm bath and peels the layers of clothing from my body, slowly, taking his time as though we didn’t just spend all last night getting reacquainted with the other.
He strokes the tips of my nipples, making them strain into his touch, then his fingers slide against my pussy, making me anxious and ready for his heat.
He takes my hand and leads me into the oversized whirlpool tub before he undresses and slides in behind.
I lean against his muscular chest and lay my legs on top of his as his arms tighten around me, keeping me safe and protected.
“I’m sorry I left you alone and didn’t take your calls or talk to you. ”
I sigh. It’s not okay, but I understand to a certain extent. “We’ll find a way forward. Our life is never going to be a safe place, but I’m far safer with you than without you. Can’t you see that?”
He doesn’t answer and I know it’s going to take time for him to forget the gruesome experience his mother went through. “I saw what happened. My eyes are wide open to the possibilities and this life. Nothing will ever be your fault. It’s my choice.”
Massimo tilts my head and kisses the sensitive skin of my neck.
He gathers my hair and fastens it with a pony holder from the ledge of the bathtub and then lathers the washcloth and begins soaping my neck, arms, and breasts before heading south.
By the time he’s done there’s not a spot on my body that he hasn’t cleaned.
This man would let me go to keep me safe and cherishes me with everything that he is.
I feel it, just like the magnetic attraction to him that very first day.
It’s as though we were meant to be. Enemies or not, we were drawn to each other, and I am not letting him go.
Massimo Roselli belongs to me, and I dare anyone, even him, to try and keep us apart.
Because this Cassone has said her vows and I’m not taking them back.
No matter what the original deal was. I lean back against the solid chest, safe in the knowledge that we’re together again, no matter what it took to get here.
“Are you going to give me a bath every time we fight or every time we go out to battle?” I ask as he rinses me with the handheld shower sprayer.
“Spread your legs kitten, I’m ready to play.”