Page 92 of Entangled

Gian’s brow furrowed. “Of course, it is. You’re thirty-eight weeks pregnant, bella. I’m not sure when you think it would be appropriate for it to be done, but before the baby arrives is a good time for me.”

“But I kept saying no about living here, Gian.”

“So?”

“You have everything he needs.”

“Why should you travel a bunch of stuff back and forth if you don’t need to?” Gian asked.

“Why don’t you demand things of me? I’m having your child, we’re in … whatever we are, this relationship together. Why don’t you want more? Why don’t you demand more?”

“Because I don’t think you want me to, and I’m not sure it would make a difference if I did demand you do what I wanted,” Gian answered honestly.

Cara just stared at him, barely reacting at all. “And that’s all?”

“I love you, Cara. I will love you whether you live with me or not. I will love you if you’re with me, or not. I will love you even when you don’t love me. So, we don’t get to be entirely normal, and circumstances kind of fucked us up along the way. Who cares? You make me happy; you give me every reason to be happy. Why would I mess that up by demanding that you change what you’re fine with giving me?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, Cara said, “I’d like to stay here.”

“Live here,” Gian clarified.

“I want to be with you, Gian.”

“I think we can make that happen.”

He’d been waiting for this day; hoping for it, really. Living there was one thing. Gian wanted to give Cara something far more permanent where the penthouse was concerned. Something that no one could take from her. He only needed her signature on already finished documents, but that could wait for another day.

The prettiest, widest smile bloomed over Cara’s lips, and Gian couldn’t help himself but take another kiss. Cara relented to his wants, letting him take and take until she was breathless and laughing.

“But you do stink,” she said.

“Showering now, Tesoro.”

Her tinkling laughter followed him down the hallway, but he didn’t mind her teasing. He didn’t waste time showering, because he had something far better waiting for him outside the bathroom. He quickly showered up in the attached master bedroom’s bath, didn’t bother to shave like he should have, and walked out with nothing but a towel in his hand to run through his hair.

He found Cara staring at herself in the large mirror opposite of the bed.

She let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t reach it.”

“Reach what, love?”

“The stupid zipper on this dress. I got it up earlier, and now I can’t get it down.”

Gian held back his laughter. “Why bother with a dress at all? You have those comfy clothes you like.”

“I wanted to wear something other than pants with stretchy panels, Gian.”

“And now you want the dress off?”

“I miss my comfy pants,” she admitted with a pout over her shoulder.

“I’ll help,” Gian told her.

Gian tied the damn towel around his waist, not missing for a second how Cara’s gaze dropped down to his hard erection before it was covered. He couldn’t help it, really. She was near, and as beautiful as ever—more so, carrying his child, if anything—which meant his cock was ready to play and do its thing.

“How can you even want to fuck?” Cara asked.