Chapter 20
ARIA
“I’m perfectly capable of walking up and down the stairs, you know? I’m not going to fall over,” I say to Enzo. He’s standing behind me, one hand on my arm and the other on the small of my back as he leads me up the stairs.
“I know you’re capable of doing things on your own, Tesoro, but you don’t have to.
You’re my woman now, and I love taking care of you.
I want to be able to help you with the little things,” he tells me, and I’m not going to admit that was swoon-worthy.
Swoons. “We’ve got precious cargo in there, and I want to make sure things are easy on you from here on out.
Remember, I didn’t get to do anything for you since you became pregnant, so I’m going to do them all now. ”
“Wow. You really can get more annoying,” I joke, and he just rolls his eyes at me. Though I’m secretly glad he’s showing me that he cares and wants this baby as much as I do.
I mean, when he found out, he could have said he didn’t want the baby or me, for that matter, but he’s been all in since he basically kidnapped me from that convent.
“Complain all you want, but I know you secretly love it.”
“Well, I see your big ego didn’t suffer at all while I was away.”
“No. But, my big cock definitely suffered the most since it didn’t have your tight-as-fuck pussy wrapped around it,” he tells me with a smirk.
“And modest too. What a combo!” I say, sarcastically.
“You know it, baby. I’m a catch.”
“Uh-huh.”
I step into the bedroom, and the city lights filter in, casting a soft glow around the space, along with the few lit candles. I still can’t get over all the amazing views throughout the penthouse.
He shuts the door behind us, gently pushing me back against it. One of his hands is above my head, while the other grasps my hips, my huge, rounded stomach touching him.
He rests his forehead against mine, eyes closed as he takes in a deep breath before letting it out like he’s letting go of all the stress.
“Are you okay?” I whisper into the quiet room. He opens his eyes and stares into mine, neither one of us moving. The air between us suddenly feels more charged than it was a second ago.
His gaze drops down to my lips, and the faintest smile touches the corner of his mouth. “I’m more than okay. Now that you’re here, where you belong.”
He straightens up, moving his hand from my hip and reaching up slowly until his fingers are curling around the side of my neck. His tattooed hand holds me there, anchoring me to the spot.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he tells me, his thumb brushing beneath my jaw, tilting my face up toward his. His lips descend on mine, the kiss slow at first, then deliberate as his mouth presses into mine like a claiming.
He’s not asking for this kiss, he’s taking it. A moan manages to slip out of me as I curl my fingers into the front of his shirt, deepening the kiss some more.
I pull away to gasp in some air, and he uses his thumb to trace my lower lip before leaning in to steal some smaller and softer kisses.
“Mine,” he murmurs, his tone full of possession.
“Yours,” I agree with him, saying the words I’ve never uttered to anyone else. But right now, and maybe forever, I don’t want to be anything but his.
A devilish smile crosses his face at my words, and I can’t help the cheesy smile that crosses mine in response.
“You know,” he murmurs, voice low. “I could get used to this. You being mine, that is.”
“Well, at this point, you don’t have a choice. One, I’m carrying your child, and two, you literally kidnapped me from that convent.”
“Technically, it wasn’t kidnapping. I just took you and brought you home.”
“It was definitely kidnapping,” I argue, while he just chuckles. A second later, he straightens up and grabs my hand, pulling me over to the bed.
“Sit,” he orders. “I’ll be back in a few.”
He leaves the room and goes into the bathroom.
Since sitting up with a beach ball on my stomach has been a bit difficult these days, I just lie down until he’s ready for whatever it is he’s doing.
I hear the sound of water running, but that’s all.
My eyes are closed, and I’m on the verge of falling asleep by the time he comes back to get me.
“Wake up, Tesoro,” he tells me, running his hand along my body. “I’m ready for you.”
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll just have to come along and see,” he tells me, helping me up from the bed.
“Fine. This better be worth it,” I grumble.
“Wow, somebody’s grumpy,” he chuckles as he takes me into the bathroom.
A soft gasp leaves me when I step inside and see what he’s done. The bathroom is warm from the rising steam, the only light coming from the candles he’s placed on the counters and around the tub, which cast a golden glow throughout the room.
Rose petals are strewn across the floor, with some in the tub, and I see he’s got a bubble bath all ready. Where the hell did he even get rose petals from?
“What is all this?”
“I just thought I’d give my wife the pampering she deserves. I saw you wincing earlier.”
“It’s nothing. Just some back pain from pregnancy, which is normal,” I tell him. God, I discreetly squeeze my legs together because every time he says my wife in that possessive tone of his, it’s like the words send a shot of arousal straight through my body.
“It might be, but I’m still going to take care of you. Besides, I know it’s not just the back pain. You’re almost at the end of the six-month mark, and I’ve noticed everything is slower for you. So, shh and let me do this for you.”
“Okay,” I whisper, getting a bit choked up with all the attention and the way he wants to take care of me.
Truth be told, everything has gotten a bit slower for me since I’m so far along already.
I’m just shocked that he noticed, since we’ve only been around each other for a little less than twenty-four hours.
I love how attentive he’s been, while making sure I’m comfortable, like that’s his personal mission now.
He walks over to the tub, sticking his hand in the water to test the heat.
“Too hot?”
“Nope. It’s perfect,” he tells me, walking back over to where I’m standing.
He undresses me, going slow and careful, his touch reverent as though I was something fragile. It’s also soft and teasing, which has a shiver racing across my body, awakening my arousal.
I should feel embarrassed by the way he’s taking me in, but right now I can’t, because when I look at his face again, there’s a soft look in his eyes. Something I’ve never seen before, and I wonder what it is.
“You’re staring,” I murmur, heat creeping up into my cheeks.
“I can’t help it. Your pregnant body is a work of fucking art, Tesoro. You’re carrying my child, and that’s pretty incredible, which is why I can’t stop staring at your delectable body.”
A blush stains my face as he finishes, and when I’m finally standing before him naked, I watch him take in my body from head to toe, his eyes lighting up with lust in them.
He bites his lip, and fuck if that isn’t sexy as hell.
A moment later, he shakes his head like he’s shaking himself out of a fog as he offers me his hand, and I take it.
He guides me toward the tub, and I see it’s halfway full. Bubbles cover the water's surface, the scent of lavender permeating the air.
“This smells heavenly,” I tell him.
“Glad you approve, Principessa.”
He helps me step carefully into the tub, still holding my hands as I lower myself into the water. I let out a groan of satisfaction when I sit and feel the heat cover my entire body.
“Oh… wow,” I say, letting out a sigh as the hot water begins to ease some of the tension in my back.
“Is that a good wow?”
“Definitely a good wow. The water feels amazing on my aching body,” I slip up and say.
“What the fuck, Tesoro? You didn’t tell me you were in pain,” he growls.
“I’m not in pain. I just meant I’m a tiny bit sore,” I say, trying to ease his worry.
“I should give you a spanking! Can pregnant women be spanked?” I open my mouth to answer, but he stops me. “Don’t answer, I’m going to look that shit up.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not the first woman to be pregnant, and I won’t be the last,” I deadpan.
“Oh ho, you think you’ve got jokes now?” he grumbles.
“Always,” I laugh, leaning my head against the edge of the tub, closing my eyes. A second later, I hear the unmistakable sound of clothes hitting the floor, and I open my eyes to see what’s going on.
Enzo is now naked too, standing next to the tub. Goddamn! He’s a work of art just like his pierced cock. I might be salivating as I stare at his naked body, and when I eventually look up at his face, he’s smirking.
“Like what you see?”
“Mmhmm. What are you doing?”
“I’m getting in with you. Don’t want you to fall asleep and accidentally drown.
Scoot forward a little,” he tells me, and I do as I’m told.
He gets in behind me and settles me between his legs, pulling my back against his front, so I’m lying back on him.
“Mmm, your body always feels so good against mine.”
“It does,” I murmur.
He grabs a soft cloth and dips it into the water, then adds a little body wash, lathering my skin. He starts with my back, chest, and arms before he moves lower to my stomach and legs.
When every inch of me is covered in the creamy body wash, he puts the cloth to one side before he proceeds to massage my shoulders and neck, his fingers pressing slowly into the tight muscles, working to loosen the knots there.
“Oh, Enzo…”
“Too much?” he questions.
“No. Don’t stop. Your fingers feel amazing,” I moan out, melting against him.
He lets out a chuckle, but keeps on going. His fingers move in slow circles and steady pressure for a few more minutes before he moves further down my back. Using his thumbs, he rubs up and down where my spine is, and holy hell, that feels even better.
“I love the way you’re moaning for me, baby.”
“Well, your hands are doing a pretty great job right now,” I tell him.