‘It feels fantastic.’ She laughs, but isn’t deterred, reaching for the book at the top of the pile. ‘The Book You Wished Your Parents Had Read.’
‘Actually, I don’t wish my parents had read any book.’ I thread my arms around her waist, nuzzling into her neck. ‘Ihad great parents until one died and the other became distracted trying to fill the void that death left. Thanks for the counselling that day, by the way. It meant more to me than you know.’
‘You’re welcome. I hope things are… better.’ She places the book back down on the pile and twists to face me with an earnest expression. ‘Is she still with Doug?’
Zara remembers every detail of our time together. Including the name of my stepfather.
Then again, so do I.
‘They are slightly better,’ I grunt. ‘The mere thought of Doug the douche is enough to piss me off, but I’m trying not to let it ruin my relationship with my mother.’
‘Good.’ She presses her palm to my cheek.
‘Now, enough of that soppy shit,’ I growl, dipping my lips to hers. ‘Are you wearing any lingerie under that dress?’ I’m too impatient to wait for her answer. My hand is beneath the fabric before she can even open her mouth.
‘Fuck. Me.’ Her mouth drops open as I slip my fingers inside the lace sheathing her pussy. She’s soaked for me. She always is. I love it—the effect I have on her.
‘Oh, I will, sweetheart. I will.’ I slide my fingers through her slickness, all the way up to her clit, then slowly back down to her slit. I trace my tongue over her lips, watching as her eyelids flutter closed. ‘Watch me when I make you come, baby.’
Her eyes snap open, and she hisses out a breath. ‘I love your dirty mouth.’ Her gaze falls to my lips. ‘And your fingers. And your tongue. But most of all,’ she whispers breathily, reaching for my crotch, ‘I love your rock-hard cock.’
‘I love you,’ I blurt. Her black eyes widen, and her mouth pops open.
Fuck.
Where did that come from?
Actually, I know exactly where it came from—ten perfect days in the Dominican, followed by months of pining, only to find that my perfect woman is not only sassy, sexy and stupidly successful in her own right, but also pregnant with my baby.
What’s not to love?
I’m head over fucking heels.
My fingers slow to almost a stop as our eyes bore into each other’s, hers alight with surprise. ‘I know it’s quick,’ I murmur, ‘but when you know, you know. And believe me—I know.’
Her lower lip trembles. ‘I love you too,’ she whispers, unbuckling my belt. ‘How could I not? You show up here when I need you the most. You and your talented tongue and dotty demands about moving in with you.’ She tugs my suit pants open, and my erection springs free. ‘I never wanted this. A boyfriend. A baby. I wanted to be the most successful Beckett.’ She wraps two hands around my shaft and pumps. ‘But now, what I want more than anything is a life with you.’
‘I’ll never make you choose between your business and me, baby.’ I pull my hand out of her panties, tug her dress up over her head, then toss it to the floor. ‘And I’ll do everything in my power to help further your business.’ I guide her over to the glass wall overlooking the glittering sea, pressing her hands up to the glass and pinning them there with mine. She spreads her legs for me in anticipation. ‘Look out there, Zara. There’s an entire world out there away from Dublin. And I’m going to deliver it to you on a plate. Whatever your heart desires. I’ll never make you choose between your dreams and mine.’
I position my tip at her entrance and slide into her slowly, stretching and filling her until she’s full of me. Her head rests back on my shoulder, and a sexy little whimper leaves her lips as she rocks back onto me. ‘Keep your hands there,’ I say,moving mine to her breasts, squeezing and kneading as I thrust into her over and over again.
‘Cole,’ she murmurs, as her core clenches around my cock. I drop a hand between her legs, drawing languid circles around her clit. ‘You’re so fucking good at that,’ she whispers.
‘That’s why you love me.’ I pepper tiny kisses over the back of her shoulder blade and up over her neck.
She loves me.
We’re going to make this work.
Whatever it takes.
But it won’t be easy.
Because whileI’llnever make her choose, when her family find out about us—they undoubtably will.
But I can’t think about that right now because the way my woman is clenching my cock in a vice-like grip, I’m about five seconds from losing it. ‘Come for me,’ I growl, upping the pace, and pressing her clit.
‘Cole,’ she cries, as she shatters spectacularly, milking my dick until I’m spilling myself into her, shaking through the most transcendent sex of my life.
