Page 50 of Claiming His Baby At The Altar

It was too late for rescue, she thought dimly as she drowned in the intensity of his lovemaking.

She loved him. Loved him, loved him. With her heart, her body and soul.

She held him tight, infusing herself with his scent and the taste of his skin. The pleasure he was giving her filled her completely, soaked into every hidden part, then, as his thrusts deepened and his mouth captured hers, their eyes locked back together and she flew over the edge. Spasms pulsated in waves through her, and she let them carry her over the mountainous crests, staring at Alejandro’s face as it tightened then contorted and a roar was buried into her neck as his release came in wild, convulsive bucks.

Flora tried not to flinch or laugh. She tried really hard. Really, really hard.

Her thighs flinched at the same moment she grabbed hold of her pillow and giggled into it.

The bedsheets around her waist flew back and Alejandro’s stern face appeared from between her legs. ‘Why are you laughing?’

‘You’re tickling me.’

‘You said you weren’t ticklish.’

‘How was I supposed to know my thighs are ticklish? No one’s ever tickled them with a feather before.’

Smugness replaced the sternness.

‘What’s that look for?’ she asked, suspicious.

His stare was lascivious. ‘I like knowing there has been only me for you.’

She scowled and threw her pillow at him.

‘Hey, what was that for?’ He chucked the pillow on the floor and crawled up to hover over her.

‘When you say things like that it reminds me that I’m not the only one for you.’

‘Do you see anyone else in this bed?’ he deadpanned.

‘Ha, ha.’

‘You are jealous of my past?’

‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she lied primly. ‘It’s just not...very gentlemanly to remind me of it.’

He stroked her hair from her forehead and smiled. ‘I like it when you’re jealous.’

‘I’m not jealous, but why do you like it?’

‘It shows you feel something for me.’

‘I do feel something for you, Ramos. Lust.’

Now he was the one to scowl. ‘When will you call me Alejandro?’

She shrugged. ‘Our tenth wedding anniversary?’

‘Ha-ha,’ he mimicked. Then he grinned again. ‘And you feel more for me than lust. You miss me when I’m away, just as I miss you.’

‘I miss your lovemaking.’ There. She could admit that to him.

Truth was, she needed their breaks from each other to recover herself. The urge to tell him she loved him and confess every hidden depth of her feelings for him often came close to overwhelming her.

The times he spent away from them had decreased dramatically since they had become lovers two months ago. Now he was only away a couple of nights a week, three at the most. He said it was because he couldn’t bear being parted from his family any longer than that, and she couldn’t do anything to stop the leap of hope that he meant her as well as Benjamin.

He told her he missed her but never had he suggested she join him on his work travels. So she didn’t suggest it either. She didn’t believe he was seeing other women though, not when he was always so hungry for her.

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