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motioned to her. “But this isn’t about my sick sense of humor, it’s about the fact that my wife looks terrified at the prospect of taking a shower with me.”
                    Samara chewed her lip. “It’s just that…”
                    “ Che cosa?”
                    “Things don’t look like they used to.” At his confused frown she motioned to her body. “Baby number two came, saw, conquered, and took my figure when she left, sweetheart.”
                    That was when the big bastard threw his head back and laughed. Loudly .
    ***
                    “ Bella, no.” Luciano made a grab for Samara as she tried to get past him and out the bathroom. Really, he hadn’t meant to laugh, but his beautiful, wonderful, completely oblivious wife had been agonizing over what exactly? The thought that he wouldn’t appreciate her weight gain?
                    God give him strength. She could be so ridiculous at times.
                    “Let me go, you unnaturally sized mother—”
                    “Hey, hey, hey!” He slammed his mouth down on hers, taking full advantage when her lips parted in surprise. His tongue rolled and grazed the roof of her mouth, rubbing over her own with insistence until she kissed him back with enough ferocity to leave him dazed. Luciano released her lips, his breath shuddering out as she gave little gasps.
    “Do I have…your attention…now?” he panted.
    She nodded, and he set her on her feet before turning her to face the mirror that stretched over the sink, taking up a good portion of the wall. “You obviously don’t see yourself the way I see you, so we’re going to change that.”
    Her brows drew downwards but she stayed quiet. How did she not know? The first time he’d laid eyes on Samara it was like a gut punch. The first time he’d heard her voice he felt as though every broken part of his spirit had been mended in a way no one else could. How she could look at herself and see any less than a woman who was blessed with an incredible beauty he didn’t understand, but he’d show her.
    Luciano brought her back against his chest and reached around to play with the strands of her hair. She’d stopped wearing braids at his insistence after the first time he’d seen her naturally kinky locks. Her curls had grown since then, reaching the nape of her neck with the help of her pregnancy. When straightened, her hair fell just beneath her shoulder blades in blue-black waves, but it didn’t matter which way she wore it, he loved it.
    “Any time I see these”—he pulled a curl and watched it spring back—“I think of the way the top of your head peeks out from beneath the covers every morning.” His hand moved to her brows then her mouth. “The memory of how these feel in the most fleeting of touches keeps me occupied for hours when I should be working. Do you have any idea how sweet your mouth is?”
    She swallowed, and he ran his fingers down her throat. “I love that small spot just beneath your ear here.” He brushed his index finger over it and listened to her gasp. “And the way you moan when I tug your earlobe with my teeth.”
    Samara shifted against him, and he clenched his jaw as his hand drifted farther down and played with the ties of her sundress, until he pulled them loose. She reached up as if to stop the soft, lavender-colored material from falling, but he shook his head and she allowed it to drop, revealing a black lace, strapless bra that cupped her chest lovingly. One flick of his fingers and the clasp opened. The undergarment fell and it left her bare to his gaze. He could feel his cock lengthen, going from half-mast to full at the sight of her chocolate-brown nipples tightening under his stare.
    He cupped one, rolling his palm over the beaded tip, and watched as her lips parted. “I love how soft you are. How much comfort I