Page 26 of The Billionaire's Baby
Favian looked up as she came out of the bathroom. “Ready for bed? Shall I get you some gelato? I think Suzie made chocolate for you this time.”
Adira smiled. “If I allow Suzie to continue to feed me the way she does, I’ll be the size of a whale before I have this baby.”
“I doubt it, but you’d be the most attractive whale I’ve ever seen.” Favian chuckled.
“Really?”
He looked at her curiously. “Of course. Adira, you know how beautiful I think you are.”
She untied the knot in the sash of her bathrobe and let the soft pink terrycloth material slip from her shoulders and expose her naked body to him. She watched as his eyes darkened and he took a deep breath.
She stepped closer to the bed. “I’m taking a leap of faith here, hoping that you still want me. I don’t know how men feel about pregnant women and sex, but I want you. I will understand if you don’t want to until after the baby.”
Favian swiped the papers and files onto the floor in his attempt to climb across the bed to get to her quickly. He held her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “It’s been torture trying to keep my hands off you at night, mi querida. I sleep turned to the other side because I don’t want you to feel my erection press against you.”
“I love your arousal and how you make me feel.” She pushed herself against him. “Make love to me, Favian. I need you so.”
He kissed her passionately and then lifted her into his arms.
“But your papers are scattered everywhere,” she pointed out as he laid her on the bed.
“Forget the papers.” He pushed the rest to the floor. “I’ll fix them later or get new copies.” Favian pulled his T-shirt off and took off his pajama pants. “Right now I’m going to be with the woman I love.”
She looked at him as he lay next to her. “You love me?”
“Was there any doubt?” Favian cupped her chin and kissed her so sweetly it made tears prick her eyes. “Mi amor, all this time and you don’t know I love you? Have I been that neglectful in showing you my feelings?”
Adira shook her head. “No, you are so good to me, but I’m pregnant with your child. I don’t know if it’s because of that or me.”
“It’s you, Adira Potts, the woman who asked me for directions while lost only two blocks from her hotel, the woman who went to dinner with me on a whim and wrapped herself so completely around my heart that I could never escape. Before the baby, there was you, my sweet Adira.”
“I love you, Favian,” she whispered. “Tell me how to say it in Spanish.”
“Te amo, Adira,” he said huskily. “Mi amor.”
“Te amo, Favian,” she repeated.
“Permítanme hacer el amor con usted, mi querida.” Favian then said it in English so she could understand. “Let me make love to you, my darling.”
“Always,” she replied and her lips curved in smile. “You are such a naughty daddy. Show me how much you want me.”
He groaned. “I love your voice. Hearing you say that just took the heat level up a few hundred degrees.”
“Less talky, more lovey.” She kissed her way across his cheek to his ear and whispered, “Daddy.”
That was it. No more words were said. He kissed her with such passion, yet care that she was stunned at the gentleness that came from such a massive frame. The kiss became unrestrained until they were gasping and trying to take, yet give at the same time.
He cupped her breasts and moaned into her mouth. “Your body is so voluptuous. I just want to immerse myself in you, in everything about you.”
He caressed his hands down her body slowly and she felt her body tingle as it had that first night they were together. Favian cupped the mound of her sex as he seduced her mouth with a kiss. Unable to resist, she shuddered in his arms.
Favian lifted his head to look at her. “I want to worship your body. I’m so pleased that you are mine. Will you let me do that?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, my, yes.”
He kissed her again, his fingers were making slow circles on her torso and Adira never knew that it could be so arousing to have your pregnant belly caressed. Favian’s lips sucked and nibbled at the sensitive skin of her neck. He trailed his lips down to her breasts and instead of a gentle lick or kiss he pulled the globe deep into his mouth and sucked hard. Adira cried out and his groan blended with hers. He moved to the next breast and did the same thing.
“Dios mio, I can taste your milk.” His voice was raw with desire.
“Do it again. That feel so good,” she begged.
