Married to the Mob: Fighting for Freedom Teaser

Edward

“Your present,” she said, picking up the bag. “It’s not a citrine pendant or the most perfect bouquet of roses, but it is representative of our second anniversary.”

I pulled out a gift basket. I barked out a laugh. “Socks!”

“Not just socks,” she said, pointing to a bottle “A bottle of Cotton Hollow whiskey, Clean Reserve Cotton Cologne and tickets to see the Chicago Cubs, where you will get a cotton jersey with your name on it.” I took out a Ticketmaster receipt to see that she’d gotten me tickets for my birthday. Or rather, she rented out one of one of rooftops. “Do you like?”

“I more than like. I love,” I said, pulling her onto my lap, straddling my legs. I cupped her face, staring at her. “You are truly … I love you more than words can say, Bella.”

“I love you, too. I want to show you,” she said. “I want to make love to you. It’s been so long.” She threaded her fingers into my hair. “Make me yours, again.”

Bella

I stared at Edward, his eyes searching mine. His hands were resting on my ass. My fingers tangled into his soft, thick hair. I moved closer to him, sliding my hands from his hair and to his shirt. Slowly, I began unbuttoning his shirt. He stopped my hands. “I want to make love to you, but not here. I want to make love to you in our bed, dolce.”

I kissed him, brushing my lips over his and rolling my body over his. He groaned, tightening his hold around my body. I pulled away, standing up and offering him my hand. He stood up, snaking his arm around my waist. “Mine. You’re mine,” he growled.

He swept me off my feet and carried me up to our bedroom. The room was bathed in a warm glow from candles and some Christmas lights on a tiny tree in the corner. “It’s perfect up here, Edward,” I whispered.

“It will be when I’m inside you again,” he murmured, sneaking his hands underneath my sweater. Slowly, he gently lifted it up and off my body. He ran his fingers along my spine, caressing my skin until he stopped at my bra. “You are so beautiful.”

I smiled at him, making quick work of his shirt. “As are you, Edward,” I whispered, tracing my fingers along the ridges of abdomen. I moved my hands up, caressing his nipples and he groaned. His own palms moved along my skin and he unclasped my bra. Our hands moved along our bare torsos, reacquainted our bodies to the soft, reverent touches. I shivered as he traced over my pebbled nipples. I moaned and Edward captured my lips in a heated kiss.

He moved his mouth from mine, kissing down my neck. “I want to taste every inch of your body, Bella. Too long. Far too long …”