Page 107 of Alpha-Ex Wedding Ruse
My hands slid down to her waist, gripping her gently. Stop denying what you feel. Stop living in the past. We can focus on now. We can be…us again.”
With my other hand, I brushed my thumb over her lips, and she trembled. I saw it then—the raw need burning in her eyes, mirrored in my own. I wanted nothing more than to devour her, to drown in the blissful taste of her mouth.
But the last thing I wanted was to be something she regretted.
I held back, even as the tension screamed through my body. Even as my restraint frayed at the edges.
But then Leila rose onto her toes and pressed her lips to mine.
It was soft. Chaste. Barely even a kiss.
But the effect? It was like she’d lit a match to gasoline.
My already hard cock hardened even more, straining against my pants. Every muscle in my body locked tight, aching with the effort it took to stay in control.
“I didn’t peg you for an overthinker, Luca,” she said softly, a small chuckle escaping her lips. But I heard the nerves beneath it, saw the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes when she took in my gaze—my expression.
My grip around her waist tightened. “I’m not going to be able to stop myself, Leila.”
“I don’t want you to.”
That was it.
That was all it took.
I palmed her cheeks and crashed my lips onto hers. She gasped when I yanked her into me and deepened the kiss. My hands fisted in her hair and tugged, forcing her back to arch while I plundered her mouth.
God, Leila tasted like heaven. I could do this all day—drown in the taste of her—because it was bliss. When I dove my tongue deeper into her mouth, she let out a soft moan that shot through my body like wildfire. I was ravenous, desperate to rip that fucking nightdress off her. But I held back, no matter how much it burned.
I pressed my thick erection against her and she did the one thing that shattered my restraint.
She ground against it. Shameless. Desperate.
“Fuck, Leila,” I murmured against her lips. “Tell me to stop.”
Instead, her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my shirt, gliding over my skin, tracing every hard line of muscle. I lifted her nightdress and palmed her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Heat shot through me, sharp and overwhelming.
And then—the worst fucking timing in the universe—my phone rang. The vibration buzzed loudly in the pocket of my slacks, slicing through the moment.
I didn’t break the kiss. I fumbled for the phone, meaning to hit reject. But somehow, I hit accept.
Charles’s familiar voice floated through the room. “Luca, I’ve got news.”
Usually, when he started like that, it was something important.
I placed the phone over my ear. “What is it?”
“The DNA test results are out. I forwarded them to your email already. But if you want to know—”
“What’s the status?” I cut in, my voice impatient.
There was a pause.
Then Charles said, “Positive. Ollie is your son.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
