“It’s eight,” Chase pointed out.
Mil whispered something else in his ear.
He gripped her by the butt and heaved her over his shoulder. “Which I’ve always said is the perfect time to hit the sack.” He slapped her ass and moved out of the large dining room.
Everyone else made similar excuses. I knew what they were doing, giving me and Sergio some time together.
Sergio walked over to me and slid our honeymoon list across the table. “Pick one.”
“Only one?” I jutted out my lower lip. “How about two?”
His blue eyes narrowed as a few pieces of long hair fell across his face. I loved that he was growing it out; it made him look even more like the duke from my romance novels. “Fine, two.”
“So I say we work on number four out of our thirteen? And…” I tapped my chin. “…this one.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You’ve really never done that?”
“Have you?” I countered.
“If I say yes, will you judge me?”
“Absolutely.”
“In my defense, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” He crossed his arms.
“Oh really?”
He swore. “Fine, up you go.”
He walked over to my chair and lifted me into his arms, carrying me effortlessly into his giant media room. It wasn’t just a theatre room. It was like an actual theatre, with games lining the walls, movie posters, a full bar, and a hot tub.
Semi-ridiculous. Then again, I imagined he had enough money that it had just seemed practical. Why party outside the house when you can have the party inside?
“Pick your poison.” He sat me on the leather couch and walked over to the bar.
“Hmm… in my fantasies, all the bartenders are shirtless.”
Without arguing he peeled the shirt off his body and braced his hands against the counter. “Better?”
“Hmm…” I rubbed my lips together. “…flex.”
He glared.
“Flex!” I shouted. “It’s part of the list.”
“The hell it is,” he grumbled then flexed.
“I really like your abs.” I tilted my head. “They’re tight. How do they get so tight? And your ass…” I fanned my face. “C’mon, turn around and bend over.”
“I’m a person, Andi.” He slammed his fist onto the counter, his lips curving into a gorgeous; I may need to take a cold shower smile. “Drink?”
“Sprite,” I decided. “You really won’t bend over?”
He ignored my plea and made my drink then walked over to the couch and set it in my cup holder. His naked chest brushed my fingers as he leaned over and then kissed me on the head. “So, ready to bang out that list?”
“Bang.” I laughed. “Good one.”
“I thought so.” He lifted me into the air, sat down, then placed me on top of him. “Frozen singalong — and then we work on number four.”
“Is it wrong to have sex after Frozen?” I grimaced.
Sergio shrugged. “Just don’t start singing that you want to want to build a snowman while we’re in the middle of it, and we’ll be good.”
“I don’t know that song.” I frowned.
“Oh…” Sergio clicked on the giant TV. “…believe me, you will.”
I cried.
It was pathetic. But the whole sister saving her sister thing really did me in. Probably because I knew I’d never actually meet my real sister. I’d heard about her, known she existed, but would never know that type of affection. Feeling sorry for myself was stupid, but I was still a bit bummed about it.
“So…” Sergio turned off the TV. “…thoughts?”
“I suddenly want to build a snowman.”
“Told you so.”
The room was quiet. I felt relaxed and surprisingly not dizzy, probably because I was sitting down.
Sergio shifted me on his lap so that I was facing him. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking…” I ran my hand up and down his abs. “…that I’d really like you to kiss me.”
“I can do that.”
“And after you kiss me at least four times, I think you should take my clothes off.”
Sergio’s mouth met mine. He whispered against my lips, “Consider it done.”
“And…” I pressed my finger to his mouth. “…I want you to go really, really, really slow.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And then fast.”
He laughed. “Okay.”
“And then slow again.”
His lips lingered over mine. “How about you just let me do what I do best?”
“And what’s that?”
“Love you, of course.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Sergio
I CARRIED ANDI UP TO OUR BEDROOM and silently hoped that the surprise I’d planned for her wouldn’t be ruined. I’d never taken her on a honeymoon, and she was right. She deserved one.
So I brought the honeymoon to her.
I carefully opened the door and set her on her feet.
Andi covered her mouth with her hands then spoke between her fingers. “What did you do?”
“Well, someone…” I grabbed her hand and led her through the room. “…said I would have taken her to Africa.” A few stuffed lions and zebras lined one side of the room. “And then she said I would take her to China.” Chinese food was on the table with perfect little origami creations; chopsticks were placed across both plates.