Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 142: Warm Embrace

Chapter 142: Warm Embrace

Tony pushed her chair. "Finish eating," he said. "I am hungry."

Marcella smiled under her hand. She could see the ravenous hunger in his eyes. He looked like he would swallow her whole.

If only he knew that she was not all that hungry....

Marcella didn’t tell him though. He made her wait for him an entire day; he can wait a few more minutes. She ate cherishing each bite. This was one of the best lasagnas she had. She didn’t know if it was the lasagna or the view.

"What?" Tony asked feeling her stare on him.

"You’re handsome," she said.

Pressing his lips to a line, he looked at her. His face was expressionless but she saw the spiraling whirlpool of desire in his eyes.

"How long are you going to stare at me? Finish it," he said. He was not smiling but she could see the restlessness in his tone.

"As long as I please..." she said.

She was not scared of him when he slammed the table. She didn’t even blink her eyes. He suck the fork in the last piece of lasagna in the container. With her hand supporting her cheek, she stared at him as he stuffed the big piece in his mouth.

"Neanderthal," she chuckled.

She had always seen him as this perfect embodiment of a person; he never took a wrong step or did any blunder. It made her excited to see him act like an uncouth toddler.

Tony’s lips curved up. He would do anything to see that smile of hers.

"I’ll ready the bath," he stood up. "Finish up quickly," he kissed her cheek.

Marcella stared at him as he removed his clothes layer by layer as he walked through the hallway to the bathroom. The scars were visible in the warm lights. Standing at the bathroom door, he removed his underwear. He did a little dance shaking his tush.

Marcella giggled. "It’s not a good idea to take a bath immediately after eating..."

Tony turned to face her. She didn’t avert her eyes. This man in all his glory is hers, forever. Why should she not look at him?

"Do not tempt me, woman," he clutched his jaws. Under the warm lights, his shadows caused a handsome contour on his neck and chest. She noticed that he had handsome jaws.

"I do not mind taking you to bed right now and lick you clean. I’m just being patient for your sake..." He hissed under his breath.

Marcella rubbed her neck. She got hot all over. Bowing her head, she started eating. She heard the tub getting filled. When she finished cleaning the kitchen, she heard him getting inside the tub.

She couldn’t wait to get into his warm embrace. After checking on little Joey, she rushed to the bathroom. Although she rushed, she did stop by the door frame and took a deep breath. For some reason, she didn’t want to seem too eager.

After catching her breath, she walked into the bathroom. She controlled her breath to handle her beating heart. No matter how many times she was with him, her heart still pounds hard when she thinks of the warmth his hands and fingers exude when they caress her bare skin. She would get excited thinking of the sound of his warm breath as his tongue slides over her curves.

She boasted her ability to hide her excitement. Thankfully, she doesn’t blush. Her olive skin hides the warmth she craves.

"You’re going to get in with your clothes on?" Tony asked hiding his mirth. She was beet red all over. Even her neck was red. It was cute when she tries to hide her desires. It makes him want to tease her.

Marcella almost gasped hearing his mesmerizing voice. She didn’t fail to catch the mockery in his tone.

"Who said I’m going to get in with you?" she asked and then scoffed to stress her stance—she was not very eager to get into the tub with him. She was there for other reasons.

Right, now she had to find another reason for going inside the bathroom when he was in the tub.

"I was here to... replace the soap," she picked up the soap that was used only twice or thrice.

Tony pressed his lips to hold his laughter. His wife never fails to entertain him. He thought that she had shown her valiant side and that was enough entertainment for him to see her shine for the day. But she was differing in opinion and was keen on giving him a private drama to behold. Why should he refuse?

"Leave the soap," he held her hand. If she wants him to be the one wanting s*x, that’s fine. It’s cute in a way. Whatever she does is cute.

"Get in, Birdie... Don’t make me wait... The water is warm and do you see it..." he smirked and looked down. "The swelling...?"

Marcella took a quick glance. Even through the water, she would see the distorted view of his throbbing manhood.

"Who else can help me?" he added with a pitiful tone.

Marcella cleared her throat. "I am very tired and want to sleep but I am doing it only for you... because I love you..." she said.

She looked at her hand. He was still holding her hand.

"I have to undress," she said.

He let go of her hand.

She took a step back. Maybe he thought that she would run away, he leaned forward holding out his hand. Seeing her unzipping herself before him, he relaxed and leaned back. His hand was hanging by the side and the water splashed as he got himself comfortable, drowning the noise made by her zipper as it opened.

Steam rose from the bathtub. Like a fog, it filled the room. Marcella’s slender fingers were hooked to the strap of the dress with her arms crossed over her chest. She crossed her knees as she felt butterflies in her stomach as his eyes moved from her face to her neck.

She gulped and a drop of perspiration rolled down her neck. She was feeling that hot just by the caresses of his eyes.

She bowed her head and took a peek at his face. As if reminding her that she was lingering, he met her eyes and cocked his head. His lips trembled with lust.

Marcella gulped.