Page 65 of Her Hidden Smile

“Look at me, Millie.” Slowly, her violet eyes opened wide. “You might not believe it tonight, or tomorrow. But I’ll be here, and I’ll keep saying it and showing it and proving it until my truth is stamped onto your heart.”

I saw a world of heat swirl in her eyes.

“Do you love me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she finally whispered.

“Baby, your truth makes me soar.”

I got up from the couch and picked her up.

“Renzo?” I heard trepidation in her voice. Millie might have said she wanted to go further, but I knew this was a big step. I was going to take it slow.

“It’s all good. In fact, it’s wonderful,” I whispered as I walked down the hall to her bedroom. I took a deep breath and it smelled wonderful. Lavender, peaches, and cookies.

It smelled like her.

It smelled like home.

I placed her onto the bed so her head was lying against the pillows, her dark hair fanned out against the lavender sheets.

“You’re gorgeous. You know that, right?”

“To you, maybe,” she answered softly.

“It’s true, I see your beauty, but one day soon, you’ll see it too, and you’ll share it with the world.”

Again, her eyes filled with hope. Then I pulled my fútbol jersey over my head and tossed it to the floor. I grinned when I saw the gleam of lust in her eyes.

“I think you like what you see,” I teased.

“You know I do. You’ve caught me staring often enough.”

“Now, don’t you think it’s my turn to stare?”

She slowly nodded, then pushed herself into a sitting position. She tugged at the hem of her sweater.

“Let me help.” I took over and pulled it over her head then tossed it on the floor, not caring where it landed.

Lace. Peach-colored lace. The lace was so sheer that I clearly saw the raspberry color of her aroused nipples. It took me a long time to stop staring, and when I looked back up at her face, she had a dreamy look in her eyes.

“I like lace,” I murmured. I gently pushed her back down against the pillows, then settled my lips against hers. For long moments we savored one another with languid, lush kisses. She broke our kiss, and I looked down at her flushed face. That was when I felt her. Millie’s small hands trembled as they touched the bare skin of my chest.

I groaned.

“You like this.”

“Baby, I love this.”

She got bolder, pressing the tips of her fingers into my pecs, sliding her hands all over until she passed over my nipples and I groaned. Her head shot up to look at me.

“Renzo?”

“Yeah, I like that too.”

“Really?”

“I’ll prove it to you.”