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Teeth digging into her lips, Priya nodded. She wouldn’t deny him his pleasure now when he’d waited so long. The very last thing she’d ever do was to force him to give her anything he wasn’t ready for.

Might never be ready for.

And she’d have to live with that. Would have to live with the uncertainty of never knowing what might change inside his head.

But she was okay with it. She was strong enough. She’d love him for the rest of their lives, be whatever he needed her to be. “Yes, now.”

He laughed again and the motion caused their bodies to slide and thrust and they both groaned loudly at the flicker of pleasure that arched so fast and just as quickly disappeared.

He took her mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue diving in and out of her mouth in a vivid mockery of what she wanted below. “I love this version of you, Starling.”

“Yeah?” she said, nibbling his lower lip. Knowing that it was heady sexual desire that prompted those words. “I like this version of me, too. And you know what, Christian? You had a hand in the making of it.”

Astonishment flickered over his features. “Don’t say that, Priya.”

“It’s the truth,” she insisted. “Now are you going to give me what I want or what?”

He smiled, taking the lifeline she’d thrown him.

And then he was moving, and her breasts were rubbing against his hard chest, and Priya thought she would die from the pleasure. It wasn’t long before they understood each other’s rhythms, with their voracious hunger guiding them.

She was already close when Christian suddenly tipped her onto her back. Hands cupping her bottom, pulling her up against him, he thrust slow and deep, hitting that spot inside her with every slide in. When his finger reached between them, flicking her most sensitive place, she fell apart and his thrusts quickened until he, too, was groaning and shuddering in her arms.

And Priya never wanted to let him go.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“DAD, I’MHUNGRY. Can we go back now?”

Christian turned toward Jayden, still feeling that same jolt in his chest every time his son called him Dad. And how easily those brown eyes reminded him of his mother’s.

He ruffled Jayden’s light brown hair and made a face at the sand stuck in it in wet clumps. “Did you check the picnic basket?”

Jayden inserted his hand into the basket and came up empty. “We ate everything. Like everything...including the pretzels and the kebabs. Only your beer’s left. Mama says I’m going to eat her into bankruptcy.”

Laughing, Christian packed up everything they’d scattered on the strip of the private beach. He’d always been a boisterous boy himself, but Jayden seemed to have the energy of ten boys. Dusk painted the sky glorious shades of pink and orange. “Okay, let’s go.”

He picked up the picnic basket and Jayden tucked his small hand into his large one as they made their way toward the villa.

Today, the turquoise blue of the waters and the white sands had become more an escape, and less of a welcoming haven. Not that he begrudged spending one-on-one time with Jayden. In the four weeks they’d been here, he’d made it a point to spend as much time as possible with him every single day. Without Priya providing some kind of bridge.

The even-tempered boy that he was, Jayden made it easy to while away hours and hours with him. Already, it felt like his son had come to know and trust him. So Christian was happy he’d insisted that they get away—from the company, from their interfering family members. And from real life.

“Does your head hurt, Papa?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re frowning. Are you having bad dreams again?”

The frown clearing from his brow, Christian smiled down at his all-too-observant son. “No. There’s no headache at the moment, champ. I’ve been sleeping a little better since we got here.” He almost brushed away Jayden’s concerns but then decided not to. “I do still have some bad dreams but they’re not as bad as they used to be.”

Jayden nodded in that solemn way of his.

Nightfall came swiftly while they were halfway back to the house. Noticing that Jayden was leaning heavily against his thigh, Christian bent his knees and picked him up with his free arm. Arms tight around his neck, his son let his slender body sink into Christian’s.

Christian felt an overwhelming rush of love for the little guy—love like he’d never felt for anyone else.

God, he was so selfish. Priya had told him that Jayden would tire and might even get cranky after two to three hours of play. But because he was a coward escaping not only his wife but also the familiar grief and guilt that always came attached to this particular day, he’d kept him at the beach through the evening.

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