Page 9 of Kingpin's Baby
My head goes light.To have and to hold.
She’ll allow me to hold her?
Only two nights ago I watched a grainy image of her making a cup of tea, and was satisfied with that much. Only last nightI was sick with jealousy thinking she had a lover in the other room, furious with myself for not putting a camera in her bedroom.
And now I get to touch her?
“Yes.”
She holds out a tentative hand, watching my reaction as she draws closer.
All I can do is stare down at her. This slight, willowy girl who I love with my whole black heart.
Her fingers grasp my lapel, and her pupils are blown as she tugs at me and boosts onto tiptoes.
She can’t mean…
There are moments when you know what is going to happen, but your mind won’t accept it. As though it’s protecting itself, trying to find some other explanation, because the one all the signs indicate is too much to wish for. Because if you allow yourself to hope you can be disappointed.
I’ve never permitted myself even a scrap of hope where Ren is concerned, so this takes me by surprise.
She’s going to kiss me. I know it, but the impossibility makes me stupid. Her lips land on mine, or maybe mine go to hers.
It’s as innocent and sweet as she is. A press of lips, but my body instantly stirs.
My cock throbs, hard and demanding. My hand goes to her hair without thinking. That smooth honey-and-butter-on-toast-coloured hair. I groan. It’s even softer than I imagined. Like warm liquid silk.
She kisses me tentatively, with questioning brushes and breathy sighs. And I wonder as desire mounts in me, whether she has done this before. Could this be her first kiss? Is that possible?
She presses herself to me from thigh to the plushness of her breasts.
I allow my lips to open, and holding her head, I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into the heat of her waiting mouth.
She melts as I explore, slowly and softly. Her response isn’t that of an experienced woman unleashed. No, it’s the gentle awakening of the innocent I’ve always thought her. It’s acceptance of everything I give, from teasing sweeps of my tongue to hungry drags of my lips on hers. Her hands find my waist and my arm, first in an uncertain touch, then clinging.
And I battle my instinct to push her onto the nearest bed and see how far she’ll let me go. She started it. I’d have never asked for a kiss, I’m already pushing my luck, but I’m a bad man. Presented with Ren’s sweet kiss of thanks and practice I’m kissing her thoroughly, like we might never do this again and I’m attempting to slowly work my way through every possible variation of our mouths together. I’m rock-hard, driving my fingers further into that ponytail and pulling her soft body against me.
I want her so badly. I have to get her naked and be inside her. There’s far too much clothing between us.
That thought stops me, somehow, even as Ren rubs herself against me.
Too much clothing?
I ease back.
Too fast. She asked for help with those extortionists, nothing more. Swallowing my need, I release her and, for good measure, take a step away.
One kiss and all the thoughts I’d pushed down of breeding Ren, of my wife having a child, of the family I can imagine us having have popped back up. Cute and funny kids, a bit of chaos, Ren presiding over it all, keeping everyone in order. I’d never get any sleep, but why would I care about that if I had Ren, pregnant, beautiful, smiling?
Her glance is shy as she looks up at me through her lashes.
This perfect woman is going to be my wife.
“I’ll sort the licence. Please purchase anything and everything you want for our wedding.” Our wedding. I turn before I say something even more revealing. But I pause in the doorway. “Money is no object. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
Then I’m tearing myself away from her, walking downstairs in a daze. While I want more than anything for her to have my baby, stand by my side, a balance to my darkness, I can’t.
All I can do is keep her safe. From her blackmailers, by scrubbing those bastards preying on vulnerable people from the face of the earth. It’s one thing extorting money from those who can afford it. But from someone like Ren? Revolting.
