Page 177 of Be With Me
“Yeah.”
We both stared through the glass for a moment, watching them. Two people caught in something complicated.
“What do you think the odds are they’ll come back in and tell us to cancel the wedding?” I asked, half-joking.
Romolo shook his head. “Zero. Cosimo’s not backing out. Not now.”
“I hope they’re not signing themselves up for a lifetime of misery.” I wasn’t so concerned anymore about Cosimo being the kind of guy who would physically hurt Fabi, but that wasn’t the only way you could hurt someone. And Fabi had a gentle heart.
“She’ll be fine,” Rom said, his lips brushing against my ear. “Give it a few months and she might have him eating out of the palm of her hand. Happened to me, didn’t it?”
I laughed. “Is that how you’d describe it?”
“More or less.” He laced his fingers through mine. “Come on. Let’s give them some privacy. I want to show you something.”
His hand was warm and steady in mine as he led me down the hall and up a narrow staircase tucked just behind the main corridor.
Behind a small door was the attic. I expected a tiny room with creaky floorboards and dusty boxes, but it turned out I was completely wrong.
The attic had been converted into a small sewing workshop. Sunlight streamed in through a round window, spilling across vintage mannequins, bolts of fabric, and a wooden worktable covered in spools of thread. A dress form stood in the center, half-draped in a gown made of creamy, thick linen.
My mouth parted in awe. “Rom… this is incredible.”
Romolo’s arm curved around my waist. “The owner said it used to belong to his grandmother. Now his daughter uses it to design period pieces. I thought you’d enjoy seeing it.”
I turned slowly, soaking it all in. “This place is magic. Being here is giving me some interesting styling inspo.”
“Me too,” he said, his voice low. “You’d look brilliant in white.”
My cheeks heated. “Rom.”
“Too fast?”
“We’ve only lived together for a month.”
“When you know you know,” he simply said, making my stomach flutter. “And trust me, Berry. I fucking know.”
His hands slid to my waist as he brought our bodies together. I rose onto my toes to kiss him, and he met me halfway, his lips slanting over mine with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.
He pressed me gently against the wall with his solid, strong body, our mouths never parting. One of his hands slid beneath my dress, fingers grazing my thigh with teasing slowness.
I melted into his touch. Into his scent. Into the way he made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
His hard length pressed insistently against my belly.
“I want you,” he rasped.
“The ceremony’s about to start,” I said, barely able to get the words out as his lips dragged along my neck.
“We’ve got time,” he muttered, fingers slipping beneath my panties, finding me already wet. “And I’m going to love the way you’ll blush, standing there in front of everyone.”
I shivered as he teased my entrance. “Why would I blush?”
His voice dropped to a rough whisper. “Because every time you move, you’ll feel my cum dripping down your thighs.”
His fingers curled inside me, coaxing a soft cry from my lips. I clenched around him, dizzy with need. Suddenly, every reckless thing he was saying sounded like the best idea I’d ever heard.
I reached between us, undid his trousers, and curved my palm around his cock.
