Page 92 of Hard Lessons

“About giving Samuel a little baby brother or sister.”

“Ah, that.” So her thoughts were in line with his, even if they did stem from slightly different angles.

“Yes, that.” She arched her back and her breasts pushed onto his chest. She ground against his groin, rubbing his erection through their clothes.

“I know your sort.” He raised his eyebrows.

“What sort is that?”

“You just want me for my body.”

“Yes. That’s true.” Her eyes sparkled. “Your big, hard, hot body.” She bit on her bottom lip as if suppressing a giggle.

“So I’m to be used, huh. For my cock and balls.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Hell, no.” He laughed.

“Shh, you’ll wake him.”

“I want our children to grow up listening to the sound of laughter, not gunfire.” That had been his mantra when things had been complicated getting to Hebridon. It had kept him going.

“Which is why we’re here. Luca. Making this work.”

“And it is working, isn’t it.”

“More than I ever dared hope.” She kissed him again.

He reached down and scooped his hands beneath her ass, lifted her upward. “This is us forever. Me and you. Here.”

“Paradise.”

“Si, paradise.”

He walked toward the staircase. It was low-ceilinged and narrow but he navigated them up it. Once on the landing he nudged open their bedroom door.

The one small window let in a few shards of sunlight dancing with dust motes. Luca stepped through it, to the bed, then rested Serena down. “If you want to be able to wear those jeans and that t-shirt again, strip off now or they’ll be shredded from your body.”

He shoved at his jeans, watching as Serena wriggled on the bed, discarding her clothes with a flourish. The duvet rumpled. A scatter cushion landed on the floor.

Climbing over her, his cock tip touched his taut abdomen. God, he could come just looking at her.

“You want more babies?”

“Yes. Your babies.”

“We should start making them, then.” He settled between her legs and ducked to kiss her neck.

She moaned and arched her spine, offering herself to him.

Hell, yeah. Making a baby was definitely one of his favorite parts of the whole process.

“Luca,” she whimpered, slotting her hands into his hair. “Please.”

“Please?”

“Please... your cock.”

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