Come What May - L.K. Farlow Page 0,70
a cloud of lust as he blazes a trail of kisses down my neck, paying special attention to my overly sensitive breasts. I moan under his touch, craving the friction as he rolls his hips, sending a jolt of need directly to my core.
“Tonight, it’s only us.” He trails his lips even lower, running his hand reverently over my bump. “I can’t tell you how much I love seeing you grow with our child.”
“Our son,” I croak out, hoping this little plan of mine doesn’t blow up in my face.
I’ve been sitting on this information for a few days now, and not telling him was the absolute worst form of torture.
I agonized over the perfect gift to give my him on our wedding night. Then it dawned on me. I could easily take a blood test to find out the sex of our child.
Judging from his glassy eyes and wobbly smile, it was the perfect gift.
“Un hijo—a son?” His eyes drop to my stomach again. “You are sure?”
I beam brightly at him as he caresses the space below my naval. “One hundred percent.”
Without warning, he straightens his posture and captures my lips with his. This kiss is one fueled by equal parts joy and desire. Mateo makes quick work of removing the remaining lingerie before lining himself up at my entrance.
“I love you, my wife.” He enters me slowly.
“I love you too,” I cry, as he pulls nearly all the way out of me before slamming back into me in a way that has my back arching while I beg for more.
Mateo plays my body with expertise, knowing exactly where to touch, where to kiss, what spots to hit until I’m practically seeing stars and begging for release.
“Please, Mateo, fuck.” He reaches between us to finger my clit, rubbing it in perfect time with his powerful thrusts.
When the first wave hits, I claw at his sweat-slicked back, crying out his name as the orgasm rips through my body.
He reaches down and hikes my right leg over his shoulder. The new position allows him to hit a spot deep within me, which only intensifies the tremors still running through me.
“Mariposita,” he howls, sounding feral with need. His rhythm falters, and a few unsteady thrusts later, he stills over me, his warm release filling me.
He releases my leg and presses his forehead to mine. He drags precious air into his lungs as our heartbeats slow to a normal level.
“That was…” I can’t even finish my sentence because there are no words to describe what we just shared.
“Perfect.” Mateo brushes my hair away, giving him an unobstructed view of the smile permanently etched on my face. “It was perfect.”
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RYKER
Hooking up with your boss’s little sister is never a good idea. But Silvi Reyes is a fun-sized package of tan skin and lush curves I’m helpless to resist.
She was supposed to be a one-and-done kind of thing, but after a night of hearing her sweet voice cry out my name, I’m already plotting how to get her back in my bed.
I figure I can work her out of my system and move on, except somewhere between orgasms six and ten, the unthinkable happens—I catch feelings.
If I were a better man, I’d cut ties and walk away before she gets hurt, but doing the right thing has never really been my forté.
SILVI
After the implosion of my last relationship, I decided to prioritize work over play. My days and nights are spent inside my studio painting instead of out with friends.
Which is why it’s so surprising when one flirtatious wink from Ryker St. James is all it takes for me to end up between his sheets.
The next morning, I swear it will never happen again.
Ryker swears it will.
And while I’m not saying I was wrong…he was definitely right.
What is it about this sexy bad boy that has me casting all my inhibitions aside?
Without a doubt, he’s going to break my heart, but something tells me he just might be worth the pain.
Other Titles By Lk Farlow
*All can be read as standalones and are available through Kindle Unlimited.
Coming Up Roses
An Uphill Battle
Weather the Storm
Best Laid Plans
Best of Intentions
Best of Me
Rebel Heart
Rebel Soul
Rebel Desire
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