Page 66 of Soulmate of the Mafia King
He chuckled darkly and leaned back to strip. “Touch yourself for me. I want you wet. We’re making a baby, right?”
Emotion burned through my body like a wildfire. Tears sprang up at the corners of my eyes. This wasn’t just another night on the plane, some surprise for Killian. This was the start of our lives together. Our family. I unclipped the garters, pulled my panties down over them, and circled my core lazily as he stripped. He was so gorgeous, so incredibly sexy. When he slid into me, I groaned his name. I hadn’t packed my birth control pills.
“I hope they have your eyes,” he whispered against my ear as he fucked me.
“I hope they’re as brave as you,” I whimpered. “Harder.”
Killian slammed home, and he fit so perfectly that my tears spilled.
“Your strength,” he groaned.
“Your hands,” I gasped.
We raced toward completion, moving in perfect unison with each other, sketching out our perfect future in moaned hopes. I needed a bigger word than perfect to describe him, this. He spilled inside me, warm and wet, and my orgasm crashed through me.
He collapsed on top of me, panting, and I wrapped my arms around him. I kissed every part of him that I could reach, tasting salt on his skin.
“I love you, Mrs. Ricci,” he murmured.
“I love you, too, Mr. Ricci,” I replied with a smile so wide it hurt.
I woke up again to sunlight pouring in through the windows of the bedroom on the jet. Killian lay next to me, still naked, and I stared at him. Maybe it was the sleep, but I thought I saw some of his worries disappear as soon as we got on the plane. The tense, aggressive mob boss I’d met was starting to fall away, allowing the man I’d fallen in love with to surface. I couldn’t even imagine what years on the island, with nothing to worry about but me and our family would do to him. At the very least, I’d probably saved him from an early stress heart attack.
At the thought of our family, I ran my hand over my bare stomach. Maybe we’d started that tonight. I crossed my fingers and whispered a prayer to whoever might be listening. I’d meant everything I’d said last night. If I gave birth to a mini-Killian,one we could raise in perfect peace in the villa, I’d be happier than I could imagine. And I believed he’d love a mini-me. Maybe we could have both. Fraternal twins, on our very first go. We hadn’t really discussed numbers yet, but I’d noticed the villa had an awful lot of “guest bedrooms” in our wing. Even if we wanted each of the kids to have their own rooms, we could have five before we needed to build anything new. Growing up an only child, especially isolated by my father’s position, had been lonelier than I thought back then. There was no way I was stopping at one, but as the tropical sun warmed my skin, I allowed myself to imagine three, five, even more, all of them each other’s best friends. A big family sounded like just the thing, with a whole island to spread out over.
“All right, folks, we’re going to be landing in about half an hour,” the pilot said. “Havana and your next leg awaits.”
I grinned and hopped out of bed to look out the window. Brilliant blue water replaced the navy night waves I’d seen, and the colorful streets of Havana spread out alongside it, cupped by stunning beaches. From the city, we would take a boat out to our island, but even here, everything looked amazing. Perfect.
Killian cupped my ass as he stepped up behind me. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to stay like this.”
I turned to kiss him. “Not until we reach the villa.”
He nipped my lower lip. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I glowed with happiness as we dressed and headed out to take our seats for the descent.
CHAPTER 50
PAIGE
Ifloated back to consciousness and the definite feeling I was moving. My head ached. I was warm, and a little sticky, and the goddamn zipper still dug into my side. I remembered the bouquet, Tom’s smile, and then…nothing.
“Why the hell is the world moving?” I groaned with my eyes still closed.
Tom chuckled from nearby. “We’re on the jet.”
“What?” I shot up and opened my eyes, then winced. Headrush. We were definitely on the jet, though. Plush leather seats, seatbelts, overhead compartments. But the night sky outside didn’t give me any further details.
Tom rubbed my back. “I brought spare clothes for you if you want to change. And there’s coffee. We’re landing before too long now.”
“Where the hell are we going?” I demanded. “I can’t remember.”
He smiled indulgently. “You can’t remember because I’m not telling you.”
My mouth fell open. “Why not?”
“It’s a surprise.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’d say you agreed to stop asking, but I don’t think you’d believe that.”
