Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
I arch backward as he dives for my mouth. “You heard Nicole. The food is getting cold.”
“The food can wait.” His expression turns serious. “Thank you, Anya.”
My chest warms with that happiness of earlier again. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I don’t mean only for the car. I mean for everything. For this day. For giving me a beautiful family. For giving me two beautiful girls. For giving me more than I could ever dream of.” His voice drops an octave. “For you.”
I don’t answer because he knows all my answers. He knows my dreams, my hopes, my fears, and my questions. And every single time, he gives me the right response.
He yanks me closer, pressing our bodies together. His tone turns raw and dark, the promise underlying his words wicked. “I think we should inaugurate the car.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Your naked ass will look stunning on the red leather.” He adds suggestively, “And bent over the hood. Especially with your skin painted with my handprint.”
I laugh, but desire spreads through my veins like wildfire. “We have guests, remember?”
His comment is callous. “They’ll wait.” He nips my bottom lip and licks away the sting, fanning the flames to a raging inferno in my belly. “I’ll get two glasses and bring a bottle of champagne.”
It’s never beneath my husband to use incentives to get what he wants.
“The champagne will have to wait for a while.” I intertwine my fingers behind his neck. “For seven months to be exact.”
Astonishment washes over his features followed by surprise. Hope. Reverence. He freezes for a second before dropping his gaze to my stomach. “Are you…?”
He almost seems scared to say it out loud, worried that it’s just a dream and not our life.
“Yes,” I say gently. “A boy.”
Too many emotions to discern wash over his features. His hold turns gentle. The light in his undamaged eye shines like the infinite blue of heaven and tears. He gave up so much for me, but we gained everything together.
Resting his forehead against mine, he closes his eyes briefly before opening them again. “I thought we didn’t want to know.”
“He kind of made sure we did.” I grin. “It was difficult to miss on the ultrasound.”
Pride washes over his features. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to make your birthday special.”
Brushing back my hair, he lets his gaze play over my face. “Every day with you is special. Every day is a gift I don’t deserve.”
I press my cheek against his broad chest. “I love you, Sav.”
His tone is simultaneously playful and earnest. “I loved you first, treasure.” He lifts me into his arms, inviting a squeal. “A woman in your fragile condition shouldn’t be on her feet for so long.”
I hold on. For life. Forever. Despite how we started out, I’ve always been drawn to him with a force that’s unbreakable. It’s the kind of bond that can never be severed, not with separation or with death.
He kicks the door shut and locks it without hiding the intention that darkens his face. His steps as he carries me to a car that symbolizes both our past and our future are strong and sure. Steady. He walks like a man who knows where he’s going. He makes sure I understand that when he carefully lowers me onto the hood and spreads my legs.
Taking my hand, he presses it over the bulge in his pants. “This, tesoro, is only for you. Come and take it.”
So I do. I wrap my legs around his waist and embrace the darkness as well as the light, allowing him to make me weak and strong at the same time.
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THE END