HIS ITALIAN WIFE( HIW BK 2)

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER THREE

“I’ll be going back to work tonight so I’ll be dropping off Francis at my mother’s place later on,” I announced from the kitchen. I had not been to work for almost an entire week because my distracted mind.

“I can pay the nanny to come over,” Andrew suggested as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed casually in grey sweatpants and a navy blue wife beater. Damn he did look mouthwatering but I was still mad at him and the fact that he had made no effort to apologize was pissing me off with every breathing second.

“I suppose you can, can’t you? After all, it’s so easy to get what you want with money without giving a single f**k about other people’s feelings, right?” I snapped as I cleaned off the kitchen counter rather vigorously despite being squeaky clean already.

“What is going on with you Lana?” He had the audacity to ask me that when he knew damn well what was wrong.

“Nothing is ever wrong Andrew,” I bit back rather curtly. I was done trying to show him what he knew was already wrong.

“Can you stop that?” His statement was followed by a tired sigh.

“Stop what Andrew?” I questioned, turning to look at him with a blank expression.

“That. You know, when you act all mad but then claim its nothing. So tell me right now what the hell is wrong? Are you mad at me or something? Did I do something wrong?”

I sighed in anger, walking towards him. Gazing up at his dark brown orbs, I had to remind myself of my love for him to avoid slapping his jaw real hard. Asking me if I was mad at him was the lowest blow but there was no use getting angry at someone who was not even half apologetic of his own mistakes, let alone recognize he actually made a mistake.

“No. I’m good babe. As a matter of fact, I’m very great,” I patted his chest, pulling on a small smile.

“Great. I almost thought you were still angry at me about the whole Rose issue which to be honest, was not really an issue in the first place,”

“Of course not. I mean, let me see. Why would I be angry that you bailed out your ex despite her attempts to murder me, my baby and you best friend then you kept that away from me? Of course I’m not angry. Now, please excuse me as I get Francis ready for a sleepover at my mother’s place,” I smiled sardonically, patted his shoulder once before attempting to walk past him. Unlucky enough, he grabbed my hand, pulled me towards him so that I was trapped between him and the kitchen counter, his body towering over me.

“Are you sure you are not mad about that?” He questioned and to be honest, I never thought my fiancée could be that dumb.

“Me? Totally calm,”

“Good. Because I have something rather …” he paused, leaning to whisper in my right ear,” naughty in mind right now,” His hot breath brushed the edge of my ears and instantly breath caught in my breath.

I had no time to think or protest when his lips dropped to my neck, nibbling at the right place and damn me for my body always reacting to every bit of almost anything sensual he did to me. He always had a way to spark my whole body and I loved it. A moan left my throat when he bit my neck, making me instantly bite my bottom lip.

“You like that?” he whispered against my neck, as he expertly slid his lips to my visible cleavage, placing a kiss on it.

I barely grunted in response, my eyes shut as I enjoyed the distractive sensations overflowing in my body. Suddenly he grabbed my buttoned up shirt and a wave of exhilaration passed through in the speed of lightning.

“Look at me babe,” his voice held an equal command of lust and demand, turning me on more than I already was. My eyes, fluttered open, meeting his famous smirk caught up in his face.

With the smirk still in place, he suddenly pulled my shirt open, the buttons falling down but that was the least of my concerns right now. I was literally burning in desire and all I wanted was him to take me up against the counter.

“That was my least favorite shirt anyway,” I muttered.

“I’ll still buy you one,” He muttered as he unhooked my bra, throwing it on the kitchen floor, my breasts springing free.

He ran his tongue over the edges of my lips, an excited shudder racing through me. Suddenly he grabbed me, hoisting me up on the kitchen counter as I giggled. As he captured my lips with the ferocity that I loved, it suddenly hit me hard. This was not right. He may be my fiancée but he had no right to think a few seconds of pleasure were enough to buy my peace. Grabbing his shoulder I tried to push him off me.

“Stop,” My voice was still weak from all the desire I had overriding my system.

“What?” He asked hoarsely as he looked up at me in shock.

“I said, stop. I need to get Francis ready for a sleepover at my mother’s place,” I stated stubbornly as I stepped off the counter, walking out of the kitchen with my hands crossed over my chest.

“Did you really have to leave me with a f*****g boner?” I heard Andrew cuss from the kitchen.