Page 27 of The Nicolaides Baby

He collapsed beside her and pulled her close. This was something else he’d never forgotten, the way she sighed and snuggled close.

He held her tightly and gradually drifted off to sleep, contentment filling him knowing come morning she wasn’t going anywhere.

9

Rowan awokeon a long yawn and stretch and then smiled when the arm at her waist tightened and pulled her against a body that was coming awake too—at least if the part of Leo currently prodding against her butt was anything to go by.

“You’re not leaving.”

His low, growled words in her ear could in no way be construed as a question.

“No.” She settled back against him and rested her hand on his at her belly. She glanced toward the window. It was early still, with a just a few rays of light scattering across the floor. “But I do need to get up soon.” She turned in his arms and rested her head on the pillow. “And so do you.”

“I’m up,” he said with a slight grin and roll of his hips. His cock was now fully alert and pushing over her tender center that had been thoroughly claimed by him throughout the night. She bit her lip as she rubbed against where he slid his hard length over the lips of her pussy.

I might have done a little claiming of my own while we were at it.

“I see.” Unbelievably, she found herself growing wet. But as much as she wanted to have him inside her again—to once more glory in how he filled the part of her that had been empty for so long—they needed to start the day. “Mara will be awake before we know it and I need to shower and get to the main villa.”

“If you say so,” he murmured as he nuzzled into her neck.

She moaned and then caught her breath when he licked toward her breast as he scooted down her body. “And we can’t… Ah… We…”

What was I saying? Oh yeah.

“Leo, I mean it. We…” Her body arched when he took the tip of her breast into the heated cavern of his mouth and sucked it deeply as his fingers delved between the lips of her pussy and played over her clit.

“Leo…” she moaned and was lost.

* * *

A little over two hours later, Rowan sat with Leo and his family on the back terrace of the grand villa for breakfast. Conversation was just as lively as it always was between the elder Nicolaides and Libby, with Mara adding in her own—mostly babbling—comments and laughter.

But interspersed with all the talk, Rowan was certain she’d caught a few speculative glances from Charlotte. In fact, Leo’s mother had been grinning since almost the moment her son had joined them and taken his seat across from Rowan. Neither of them had made any outward physical displays that might hint something had happened between them, but a person would have to be blind not to notice the continuous languorous and heated stares thrown her way from Leo or the blushes that had to be evident as heat crawled into her cheeks with each one.

“So,” Charlotte said, glancing between her and Leo with a knowing grin, “what do you two have planned for this morning while we go to the hospital?”

“Oh, we—”

“I’m spending the day with Rowan and Mara until you get back,” Leo said to his mother, and then turned his gaze on Rowan. “If that’s okay with you?”

“That…” She cleared her throat. “That sounds fun.”

“So, son,” Gregorios interjected before taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re back at work Monday?”

Leo held her gaze for another heartbeat and then thankfully pulled his attention to his father. If he didn’t quit looking at her that way, it was going to be obvious to everyone what they had done the night before. She glanced at Charlotte picking up her orange juice. The woman winked at her over the rim of her glass.

Rowan flushed with heat again but this time in embarrassment.

“No,” he replied, “I spoke with Xander this morning. I’m taking another couple of weeks to…” He turned his gaze toward her. “Take care of more pressing matters than the office.”

“I thought you were going back too soon anyhow,” Libby added. “So…” She picked at the eggs on her plate. “Things are okay between you and Xander after what happened with Gia? I mean, he’s so nice and all, andnothinglike his sister. I’d hate for you two not to be friends anymore.”

Rowan wasn’t the only one blushing at the table. Libby was a beautiful and intelligent young woman, but Xander had to be at least Leo’s age. She hoped she didn’t get her tender heart broken. She held her breath when Leo smiled, hoping he didn’t make light of his sister’s crush.

“It’s good. He understood.” That was all he said and then picked up his coffee.

God, I love him.

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