She twirled, her joy infectious. "A baby! I'm so happy for them." Then her expression softened, became wistful. "I've always wanted to be a mom. Serenity and I used to dream about it when we were kids—having babies at the same time, watching them grow up together."
The confession shattered something inside me.
I caught her face in my hands and kissed her desperately, then pulled back to look at her.
"I would give you everything, Joy. Anything you want."
She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "You already have."
I rested my forehead against hers, my voice rough. "Except a baby. That's the one thing I can never give you." Would she resent me for it someday? Watch Serenity's growing belly and mourn what we could never have?
She cupped my face, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. "Enzo, I love you more than anything in this world or any other. You have to have faith. Serenity healed Angelo—maybe there's hope for us too. And if not..." Her smile turned seductive. "We'll just have to keep trying in the most delicious ways imaginable."
My throat tightened. This woman. After everything, she still had hope. Still believed in miracles. "Joy?—"
"No more sad face," she whispered, kissing me softly. "Just love me. That's all I need."
I grinned as I unzipped her dress, the metal teeth parting with a satisfying hiss. "Now that I can do." I tugged the silky fabric off her creamy shoulders, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of my fingertips before the garment cascaded downto pool around her stilettos. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were already budded, nipples tightening in the cool air of the bedroom.
She stepped delicately out of her shoes, one foot and then the other, before hooking her thumbs into the lace band of her panties and sliding them down her thighs. I was already hard as granite beneath my boxers and fumbled with my belt buckle before pushing everything down at once. She edged over to the bed, the mattress dipping slightly beneath her weight.
"Turn around and get on all fours.” I grinned. Soon she’d be screaming my name again. Something I would never tire of.
"Seriously?" Her eyebrow arched, a half-smile playing on her lips.
"Yes. I promise it will bring you pleasure." I ran my palm down the curve of her spine.
