Chapter 197

Three hours later, he realized he walked wide-eyed into a hornet nest.

"What are you saying?!" He demanded frustration etched in his tone as she walked away from him and towards the wardrobe.

"I'm saying," she answered with a singsong tone, "You can't touch me anymore until the night of the wedding." To send her point across, she pulled up the thin strap of her nightie to her shoulder.

Minutes ago, he was on the verge of pulling that off. Now, he just had to make do with the after-feel of her velvety skin under soft silk.

She was so fucking unfair.

"That's crazy. Jesus Christ, it won't make a fucking difference." He snapped. Pulling this stunt when he was practically dying of the need to be inside her was just plain wicked, "Lily, you can't leave me this hard."

"Adler," she sighed, turning to him, "We're getting married in two weeks, which is fourteen days if we don't count tonight, and Nonna says..."

"So that's it?" he stretched both hands, "Nonna says?

She turned to the wardrobe a