Beyond Paradise
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“Ohhh, yeah.” The heat of his breath on her ear matched the heat of his skin. “I wanna show you how good you make me feel. How much I love you.”
Then he stilled. Completely shut down. The abrupt change brought her up fast. Like teetering on the edge of a cliff, two seconds from plummeting over the edge.
“What’s the matter?” she croaked, her throat dry and hoarse.
“Should we be doing this?” He held her leg around his waist, but his face filled with fear.
“If we don’t, I think one or both of us is going to die.”
“No, I mean with the baby and all.” He stared at her abdomen. “I don’t wanna hurt anything. Do anything to . . .”
She burst out laughing, a combination of her pent-up emotions and his serious expression of horror and concern.
“Don’t laugh at me.” He frowned like a five-year-old being bullied in the school yard. “I’m fuckin’ serious.”
“You are so adorable.” She cradled his cheek. “We’re fine. Nothing’s going to happen to the baby.”
He furrowed his brow. “You sure? ‘Cause I don’t wanna . . .”
“I’m positive.” She assured him as her lips fought off a grin. Her big, tough, bad boy had no idea how a woman’s insides worked. But his concern was sweet. “We’re fine.”
She threaded her fingers behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “Now, where were we?”
He tightened her leg around him, and she felt him, hard as steel, a whisper away from where she wanted him. She ground into him harder because if she didn’t have him soon, she would implode.
He arched his back and rocked inside her. The relief was short-lived because he filled her with such want it made her helpless to do anything but surrender to her needs. He angled himself, hit her spot, and thrust harder. No teasing, no mercy. With her leg hitched up, every inch of him stretched her until all that mattered was the smack of their bodies.
“No more leaving.” Her warning gasp grazed his ear.
“Never.” His hand slapped her ass.
Every tense, hard muscle thrust faster, telling her he could never leave. Not if he wanted to live because, like her, there was no life without the other.
His lips touched hers fierce and claiming, swirling together, stealing her air, then easing back to nip at her swollen lips, and her eyes drooped close.
“Look at me, baby.” His hand slapped on the wall. “I want eyes on me when you come.” The mounting pleasure wound tight within her as his hips lost control. He kept his hand pressed against the wall. “Fuckin’ perfect. Yeah.”
His strangled growl undid her.
One more thrust and the coil within her unwound and spiraled from her core to her toes. The bolt of pleasure had her clenching around him, leaving her too weak to scream. Too weak to breathe. Too weak to do anything but grab onto his shoulders for support and hope she didn’t crash to the floor.
He panted, their skin slick as he slowly lowered her leg. His one arm wound around her waist, while his other hand braced the wall.
“So? Is that a yes?”
Two heartbeats were all it took for her to make the biggest and best decision of her life.
“You’re bossy and arrogant, saying stupid shit, but I love you.” She smiled at him. “And yes, I can’t wait to be Mrs. Jonny Vallone.”