Page 92 of Fighting For Light
My heart does back flips, somersaults, and beats against my sternum with her words.She finally said the words I’ve wanted to hear.
“Does that need to be…covered up?” Cordi asks.
Mom is silent for a moment. “Kai,” she drawls. “Did Scott take care of everything?”
“Yeah, Mom, the paperwork arrived yesterday,” I tell her.
“And what about the useless sperm donor?”
“I told him I was pregnant,” Cordi says. “He didn’t ask for a paternity test, but we had to do one in order for the lawyer to get me sole custody.”
“Let me talk to Scott about details. But as long as the donor keeps his mouth shut and Scott did his job, it should be no problem. Regardless, I will make sure of it.”
Cordi puffs out a breath and rubs her belly. “Okay, thank you, Esmarie. I appreciate it.”
“Anything for family, darling,anything.”
Cordi lifts her eyes to mine and nods. “I agree completely, Esmarie.”
“Wonderful. I will call you later with details, Cordelia, and we can get the ball rolling.”
“Sounds good, Mom. Thanks,” I tell her as I stare at Cordi in awe. Me? She really wants me to be his father.
“And are you off to Las Vegas again in a few days?” Mom asks.
“Yeah, we are,” I tell her as Cordelia steps closer to me, pressing her body against mine as electric heat zings through me.
“Wonderful. I want to—“
Stunned by what Cordi just said, I can’t listen to Mom. I need my wife.
“Mom, thank you, but I’ll have to call you back for the details or whatever.”
She’s silent on the other end.
“Very well, talk soon,” she says.
I tap the red button and grab the back of Cordi’s neck, hauling her to me, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. I get to be his father.
Our lips crash, and she moans into my mouth, shooting heat through my body. I lift Cordi onto the counter and shove my hips between her knees, pressing kisses all over her face.
“It’s true,” Cordi gasps.
I groan into her chest and lift her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor before doing the same with my own shirt. I bite the soft mound of her breast before unhooking her bra to throw it. She grabs my hair and yanks at it. I lift my head and kiss her slowly and carefully.
Cordi’s hand slides down my front to my jeans and grips me, and I pull back, groaning. She grins, dragging her hand over me.
“Gem,” I groan.
I lean into her, going back to the button of her jeans, and slide my fingers past her underwear. She whimpers, biting her lower lip, and leans in to capture my mouth with hers. Our kiss turns into a fierce, consuming fire. Her hips move against my hand on the counter. She pulls back and yanks me further into the countertop, locking her ankles at my back. I dip my fingers into her, and she whines, trying to ride my hand.
She takes my mouth without hesitation, and our tongues brush while my pants tighten uncomfortably. The knob from the drawer digs into my hip, and I grunt in pain, pulling back.
“Wait,” I say, out of breath.
“What?” she asks, looking me in the eye with pupils blown wide.
“Are you sure? I know it felt good to get that paperwork, but…are you sure?” I ask her.
