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Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“I can’t, I can’t,” I chant, but my words don’t alter his fluid motions.

“You fucking can, mi sol. It wasn’t just sex, because sex would be, I only like you enough to fill your hole with my come, my cock, my hands, and my tongue.” Thrust, thrust, thrust. Three in quick succession that have me screaming his name as stars dance along my vision. “No, I don’t just like you.”

He thrusts once more and explodes inside me, his hot come filling me everywhere as I groan, overwhelmed by his thrusts and his words. His eyes close as my name falls from his lips, and I swear I come again at the sight. I watch as his jaw ticks, his body so rigid as he jerks inside me.

He is honestly the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Once more, his hands cage me in, his dark-caramel eyes meeting mine with such force, I gasp at the intensity in them. “I fucking love you. I’ve been in love with you for a long while, and it wasn’t and isn’t just sex. It’s more, and you fucking know it.”

My mouth parts, tears spilling down the sides of my face as I stay locked in his gaze. “You can’t.”

He scoffs. “I fucking do.”

“But—”

“But nothing,” he insists, his eyes never leaving mine. His body is still so taut, his cock throbbing inside me as his come leaks out. “I know what I want, and it’s you.”

“Because I’m pregnant with your child?” I try to say, tears burning in my eyes. “You just think you’re in love with me and want me because of the baby.”

His eyes darken as he lets out a guttural chuckle that sends chills down my spine and heat to my center. “Elliot, have you not been listening to me?” Thrust. “I wanted you and loved you before I knocked you up. I was just giving you time.”

Surely not. How? I had made sure it was just sex, but he feels like this? What is happening? “Time?” My voice is so small, incredulous, as I hold his gaze.

A small smile pulls at his beautiful lips. “To get used to the idea.”

I blink, unable to form words.

“But time is of the essence.” My eyes widen as he leans in, his lips right over mine. In Spanish, he whispers, “I’m done waiting. This child, mine. You, my sun, mine. And I’m going to prove it to you.”

Then he takes my lips with his, and I let him.

Oh hell, do I let him.

Because what in God’s creation am I supposed to say to that?

CHAPTER 16

Alex

When I come back from the bathroom, naked and carrying a yellow towel, I find my girl on her back, her legs apart, her hands on her head as her chest continues to heave with her breathing. Her body is utter perfection, flushed and marked from my beard and teeth. Her heavy breasts are luscious and her nipples are still tight, making my mouth water. Her center is glistening, my come dripping from the pussy I want to live in. As much as I want to go at her again, devour that sweet pussy of hers and maybe that mouth, I know I have to tread lightly. I just dropped one hell of a truth bomb, and I need her to process. I need her to see things my way.

The right way.

As I press my knee into her mattress between her legs, I part her thighs to clean her up, softly and slowly. She doesn’t look at me as I do, and I’m okay with that. I look down at my gorgeous angel, and I’m smacked square in the chest at how beautiful she is with my child growing inside her.

I have always found Elliot McDavid to be stunning.

With her lethal body and long hair, hazel eyes that are expressive but also hiding so much, I’ve always wanted to peel back the layers and find out everything there is to know about her. The stuff she tries to hide from me. She tried to hide a lot from me, but my child won’t be one of those things. I love the curve of her stomach more so than her abs.

Her carrying my baby is a sight I wasn’t prepared for.

But one I welcome with my whole heart.

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