Page 41 of Nobody's Girl

The only difference this time was that the dead woman wasn’t her own mother.

Chapter Nineteen

Ivo trailed his lips along the length of his wife’s spine before biting gently down on her shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Sofia grinned, her eyes still closed. “I’m sleepy.”

Ivo chuckled, pushing her legs apart gently and thrust his diamond-hard cock into her from behind. Sofia laughed and moaned at the feel of him. “You are insatiable.”

She turned her head so he could kiss her lips. He withdrew and flipped her onto her back. “I want to look at you.”

Sofia wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her again, kissing his lips, gazing at his gorgeous face. “Feels so good,” she murmured and Ivo thrust harder, laughing at her moan. “God, I love Mr. Zacca.”

“As I love you, Mrs. Zacca.”

They had been on Crete for a week now, a luxurious private villa on the beach and although they spent days out exploring the island, all of their evenings, nights and early mornings were spent making love, talking about their future. Here in their little Greek bubble, Sofia could imagine that they were the only two people I the world and that suited her just fine.

Married. That didn’t seem real to her. After Ivo had proposed, her instinct was to say yes but afterward, when they talked properly, she began to wondered if it was the right thing. “I don’t want you to feel trapped into marriage because of me,” she had told him, kissing him to soften the blow, “So I’m giving you an out. We can figure another way for me to stay in the country.”

Ivo had merely grinned. “Sofia, Bella, taking away ever other consideration, would you still marry me?”

Sofia had smiled. “Oh god, yes. Maybe not so quickly, but yes, yes, yes.”

“Then that’s all that counts. I love you, I want to be your husband – end of conversation.”

They had married quietly with just Ivo’s parents as witnesses. Walter and Adria, to Sofia’s surprise, had been genuinely delighted. Walter had flown into Paris to be with Adria during her treatment, and Sofia was delighted that Adria seemed okay with that. She felt as if they were family now. Adria had given her a ring to be married in. A simple white gold band. “It was my mother’s, darling. I want you to have it.”

The small band had fitted so perfectly on Sofia’s finger she knew it was the right thing to do to accept it and she had hugged her new mother-in-law. “Thank you. For everything.”

Now, as she and Ivo made love in the early light of dawn, Sofia felt as if she had finally found her home. She pressed her lips to his, tangling her fingers in his dark curls. “I love you so much,” she whispered and Ivo kissed her back passionately.

“You are my life,” he said simply. He began to thrust harder, deeper, and Sofia arched her back as she came, feeling him cum inside her, his seed pumping deep into her belly. Her husband. This remarkable gorgeous, generous man was her husband.

After showering together, they dressed and Sofia wandered into the kitchen. “I’m starving. You hungry, babe?”

Ivo grinned at her, and she thought again how handsome he was, just in his white shirts, and his blue t-shirt, he put shame to most other men. “Always.” He pretended to bite her neck.

Sofia giggled. “Lunatic. Sit, husband. Wife will cook.”

While she made them breakfast, Ivo flicked through his emails as they chatted. “Hey, Maceo has finally gotten around to planning a showing. Says he’d like some of your work.”

“That’s cool.” Sofia flipped the eggs she was cooking onto a plate for him. “When I think of where I was a year ago to now, it seems otherworldly, Ivo. All down to you.”

He shook his head. “Not true. Down to your talent.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that one,” she smiled at him, “Eat your eggs, bub.”

Ivo shoveled a forkful of eggs down his throat. “Nice, thanks. Listen, I was thinking we should think about whether we want to stay in Paris for the long term. I’m happy there but it depends on what you want.”

Sofia nodded. “Honestly, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy anywhere. I would rather not go back to the States for an extended period, but if that’s what you want or need, okay then. You know what’s weird?” She sat down with her own plate and started to eat. “I’ve never even asked where you lived before Paris.”

Ivo smiled. “I guess we don’t know each other that well, yet, even though we think we do.”