I was filled with so much emotion. I wished there were better words to express it. All I had was, “I love you.”
He smiled and tugged my hand leading me into our bedroom. “Let’s show each other just how much love we have.”
One of the things I loved about Nick was how he taught me there could be different speeds and moods to sex. We both liked fast and furious, as much as slow and languid. But sometimes it was intense, like I’d go up in flames if he wasn’t inside me driving me to orgasm. Other times it was playful and fun, silly even. Tonight, it was slow and intense, savoring every minute. It was like we both wanted to imprint every kiss, every touch, into our brain to remember forever.
His hands caressed every inch of me, making my blood run hot and thick through my veins. His lips followed suit, kissing and nipping from my temple to my toes.
“Nick,” I gasped, needing him over me, in me.
“Yes, baby,” he moved up my body.
“I want you in me … a part of me.”
He maneuvered himself between my thighs. “Look at me Mia. Look at me while you take me inside you.”
My gaze held his. I inhaled sharply as he pushed in, filling me, deeper and deeper. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chanted as pleasure coiled deep. I lifted my knees wrapping my legs around his hips.
“Do you feel me, Mia?”
“Yes.”
He pulsed inside me. My body responded by squeezing him.
“I want to feel you come on me,” he said, bending his head and sucking my nipple. Then he started to move and all there was was sensations and love and him. Everything, my world, was him.
“Nick … I’m coming,” I gasped as my body went taut and my breath caught at that one moment of ultimate perfection.
“Yes, baby, yes …" He continued to move, drawing out my pleasure as he emptied inside me.
He rolled us both, until I was nestled beside him, my head on his shoulder, my leg tossed over his thighs, my hand over his heart.
Nick let out a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
“You asked about talking to your dad about your getting into my pants. We didn’t talk about that, but he did want to know how long before he’d have a grandbaby.”
“Oh? What did you tell him?”
“I told him I’d start practicing right away.”
I closed my eyes as embarrassment heated my cheeks. I couldn’t believe Nick and my father were talking about my sex life. “When do you want to start?” I managed.
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Do you want kids?”
“Yes.” His hand rubbed my arm.
“How many?”
He looked down on me. “Two. Three. How many do you want?”
“One to start.”
He smiled. “I don’t have twins in my family. Do you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.” I walked my fingers over his chest. “Nick?”
“Hmm.” He took my hand and brought to his lips.
“What if we started now?”
“You want to make a baby now?”
I simply stared at him.
His brows furrowed and his head cocked to the side. He rolled us again until he was looking down on me. “By ‘now,’ do you mean you want to try now or that it’s a done deal?”
Nerves rattled through my body as I couldn’t tell what he thought of either idea. “It’s a done deal.” I waited and watched, hoping he was happy.
His brows shot up to his thick blond hairline. As they returned to their normal position, his lips spread wide. “You’re pregnant?”
I nodded. “I’m sor—”
He kissed me hard, as his hand splayed wide over my belly. “How? … I mean, I know how, but when?”
“When you came back from visiting your parents, I think. When I was in the hospital, I missed a few days of taking my pill. I didn’t even think of that, I’m sor—”
“Stop saying you’re sorry.” He frowned. “You do want this baby, right?”
“More than anything, Nick. I just … it wasn’t planned, and it was the result of an accident—”
“No. It’s not an accident. It’s a beautiful creation of our love.”
I was so relieved he saw it like that.
“One thing I’ve learned in these last few months is that sometimes things out of our control happen. Some are bad, but some are good. You coming into my life. This baby. I had no control over them, but they’re amazing gifts.”
“My dad is rubbing off on you,” I said, running the fingers of one hand through his hair. “You’re going to be a wonderful daddy.”
He smiled. “And you’re going to be the perfect mom.” He kissed me again, this time slowly and tenderly. Like he wasn’t going to waste a moment. Neither was I. He was right. Life could turn to the bad on a dime. Right now, I had everything I dreamed of in my arms and growing inside me. I was where I was meant to be. I was home.
The End
An Irish Affair (Preview)
Description
I’d always found Irish men to be irresistible.
And Devin?
He’s the hottest one of them all.
I had my chance with him.
Heck, I even have a baby with him.
A four-year old boy.
My only secret.
I lost my V-card to Devin on St. Patrick’s night four years ago.
My biggest mistake was thinking that I could trust him.
Hot men like him are trouble.
Besides, he made it clear to me that he hates kids.
Hates.
Fast-forward to when he meets our little boy.
A meeting that I tried my hardest to avoid.
I might have expected them to get along but… best buddies?
Devin is supposed to hate kids, remember?
It’s only a matter of time until he finds out his birthday.
And when he does…
Oh boy!
Prologue
Serena—St. Patrick’s Day, Five Years Ago
Oh my God! What am I doing? When I thought about what it would be like to lose my virginity, I hadn’t considered it would be with a man I’d met only hours before. And yet here I was, in a fancy hotel room
