Page 179 of Sinful Honor

I leaned into his touch, craving the warmth of his skin against mine. It was amazing to see and feel just how much he cared about my well-being. Now that I knew it was both the baby and me he was looking after.

“Better than okay.” I winked. “Since I’m with you.”

He rolled his eyes at my corniness even though I knew he secretly loved my occasional silliness and our playful interactions.

And it was so easy to be playful with him.

I unfastened my seatbelt, climbed onto his lap, and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You need to stop being so tightly wound.”

“Tightly wound?”

I nodded. “Bordering on anxious.”

He arched a single sexy eyebrow in that dominant way—and caused a resounding quiver in my core.

Hot damn, my man was sexy.

“Anxious?” The hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth should’ve lessened the hotness—only it didn’t.

His hand crept under my shirt, slowly making its way upwards. “I’m a big, bad Mafia boss, remember? I don’t do anxious.”

“Of course not,” I teased, rolling my eyes but smiling nonetheless. We both knew that beneath his tough exterior, he cared deeply for those he loved—his friends, his family, and especially me.

“Enough about us,” I said and sat back in his lap so I could take in his reactions. “How’s Alessio holding up?”

Gabe hesitated, his gaze flitting around the cabin before returning to me. “He’s… angry at the world,” he admitted, his voice softer than before, “and I’m concerned.”

It was rare for him to show his vulnerable side so freely, and it only made me realize how far we’d come.

There wasn’t any pretending, no holding back. This was him letting me in, letting me see.

And it only made me love him more.

“Is there anything we can do?”

He leaned his forehead against mine. “Not right now.”

I cupped his cheeks, then leaned in to press my lips against his and whispered, “Then let’s not think of him right now.”

He sighed into the kiss, then wrapped an arm around my waist, leaned back, and pulled me even closer.

His lips twitched into a smile when he hovered right in front of my face, his breath hot against my skin. “Are you offering sex to take my mind off of things?”

I laughed, when he thrust upwards, letting me know just how much he was on board with that.

And even though I didn’t intend to instigate sex to take his mind off of things, I was totally game.

Joining the mile-high club.

Gabe slid his hand up my thigh while he wrapped the other one around my neck, his grip possessive yet gentle. The heat of his touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a deep hunger within me.

We’d had a rough couple of weeks, and he’d held back—sexually—despite the doctor telling us it was okay.

“Sophie?”

“Maybe,” I murmured, then leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues tangled together, exploring and tasting each other with searing passion.

How I’d missed this.

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