Page 64 of Unexpected Temptation

“You sure you don’t want more?” I cut another piece of the pancake stack.

She grabs my wrist. “No.” She groans and swallows, then leans her head against my bicep. “I’ll bust.”

I relent and drop the fork, then grab her and pull her into my lap. She groans again and rubs her stomach. “Food baby.”

For some reason, my throat seems to close up, and my eyes water for a split second. Just the thought of her with a baby in her belly–mybaby–fuck, it knocks the breath right out of me. It’s something I’ve never considered before, and certainly never wanted. But with Bianca, I find I’m reconsidering everything, even wanting children.

“So you want a family?”

Her eyes snap to mine. “What?” She cocks her head to the side. “You mean kids?”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. My throat still feels tight, my eyes tingling.

She smiles and pats her stomach, looking perfect with my white undershirt swimming around her. “I’ve always wanted kids. At least two. Maybe more. I don’t know what my life would’ve been like without my sister–I can’t imagine it, and I don’t want to. So when I have kids, I want to have more than one so they can always play with each other.” She scrunches her nose. “Or fight with each other. Angelica and I used to argue when we were kids, but we always made up by bedtime. We had to sleep in the same bed. Our parents would try to separate us into our own rooms, but she’d always sneak across the hall as soon as the coast was clear.”

“You two are closer than I’ve ever been to anyone.” I stroke a lock of hair behind her ear. “Except you.”

Her smile brightens her big eyes. “You feel close to me?”

“I’ve been inside you, sweetness.” I lean down and brush my lips across hers, savoring her breath against my skin.

She shivers and licks her lips. “I know. I want more.”

My cock thickens and aches. “I want more, too. But you’re sore.” I kiss her forehead.

“I’m all right.”

I stare at her. She stares back. I keep looking into her blue eyes until she blinks.

“Ugh, okay, I’m alittlesore, but it’s not bad.”

“I want you, Bianca.” I kiss her lips more deeply this time, then pull back. “Never doubt how much I want you. All the time. Every breath. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.” She nuzzles into the crook of my neck. “I know you’re afraid of that.”

Fear isn’t something I’m well acquainted with–at least not fear coming from me. I instill fear in others with ease. But I don’t experience it the same way. Being the biggest, the strongest, the most depraved–all these traits have insulated me from ever being truly fearful. Bianca has changed that. Changed me.

“You’ve got that serious look again,” she says.

“You can’t even see my face.” I stroke her hair.

“No, but I know it’s there.”

She’s right, of course. My mean mug tends to stay stoic at best, terrifying at worst. I try to wobble my eyebrows and wrinkle my nose, but then my face goes back to ‘murder’ setting as always.

“You make me smile.” I kiss her crown.

“I know.” She snuggles closer. “I love it when you smile.”

“You do?”

“Yep. I even love it when you glower, when you’re super serious, when you look at me like you’re confused because I’ve said something that is most likely nonsense–I just love you.”

Nothing has ever felt so good. Nothing ever will. Hearing her say those words makes me want to be someone she can always trust, always want, always depend on. I will be.

“Do you want kids?” she asks.

“I thought I didn’t.” I can’t stop touching her, running my fingers through her hair and along her back. “But then I kidnapped this beautiful woman who says she loves me. Now I’m not sure.”

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