She twisted her hands and tears filled her eyes as the words just tumbled from her mouth. “Our baby is alive.”
His expression changed from patience to shock before settling on joy. He moved across the room and wrapped her in his arms. “How do you know?”
“My mother lied—was paid to lie to me.”
She felt him tense with anger when she said, “We have to find our child, but I don’t even know where to start. I’ve asked Ember’s uncle to look into it.”
He released her only to frame her face with his hands. “We will find him”—he grinned—“or her. What’s that look for?”
She wanted to move closer to Lucien, but instead she took a step away from him. She looked around at his lofty and elegant apartment—she really didn’t have anything in common with him anymore. It was almost comical to pretend that they did. “Why would someone like you even look twice at me: a nothing girl with no family? You could have anyone; no one is outside of your reach, so why me? Maybe you keep finding me wanting because I really am, at least to someone like you. I know we said we were going to take it a day at a time, but maybe you are motivated to do so because we have a history. I won’t hold that against you, if you don’t.”
“Are you finished?”
She looked at him and, damn, but she loved him. “I think so.”
“Well, now you’ll shut up and let me talk.”
“Excuse me. I was being very civil. There’s no need to be such a dick.”
“Really? You come into my home and tell me that you won’t hold me to our past. Well, that just fucking pisses me off.”
“Why?” she spat back.
He reached her in two strides. His mouth connected with hers a second later, tasting her with a thoroughness that was breathtaking. He tore his mouth from her, his eyes like blue fire when he said, “Because our past is the only thing in my life I’m fucking proud of. Because I was a jackass running away from the one thing I should have been running to. Because I’ve loved you almost my whole life and I’ll go right on loving you and, damn it, you love me too.”
Her words were so softly spoken that he almost didn’t hear them. “I do.”
A grin flashed over his mouth before he kissed her again. His hands moved to her hips where he shifted the fabric of her skirt up her legs and lifted her off the floor, her legs wrapping around his waist, and moved to the wall, pressing her up against it as he ground his hips against her.
Her hands were eager when they reached for his shirt and lifted it up over his head. She pressed her mouth to him before she’d even discarded it. Her tongue licked his smooth, hard skin while her fingers worked the button of his jeans.
His hand moved between her legs and slipped under the silk to find her wet and ready. He drew his thumb across her pleasure point repeatedly before he slipped a finger inside. She moaned when he added another.
Her hand wrapped around him and pulled him free as his mouth settled over her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth through the silk of her shirt and bra. She moved her hand up the silky, hard shaft, matching his rhythm as his fingers moved in and out of her.
She felt him grow harder and then he was ripping her panties off and she was guiding him to where she wanted him most. He pushed into her slowly and, having expected hard and fast, she almost begged at his deliberate pace. His eyes moved to hers and he watched her as he claimed her. When he was fully inside her, he held himself still until her eyes opened.
“We belong together, you and I, we always have.”
Love burned through her at his words and her fingers moved down his cheek in a sweet caress before she pressed her lips to his. His took the kiss deeper, pressed her up against the wall, and started to move. She held him closer with her arms and her legs and just let herself go.
His mouth was on her ear, his tongue running along the curve of her lobe. “Come for me, Darcy.”
The orgasm ripped through her, and she cried out as he continued to thrust into her, hitting her in just the right spot to prolong