The Man Who Has No Love - Victoria Quinn Page 0,33

looking forward to.”

Her hand went to my back, and she rubbed me gently. “I’m sorry, Deacon.”

“And you know you did your job right when they don’t need you anymore. But that accomplishment feels empty…because you have to let them go.”

“But he’ll have kids of his own someday, and you’ll hear that same sweet voice again. Except it’ll be ‘Grandpa’ instead of ‘Dad.’”

“Yeah…maybe.”

She moved into me and kissed me on the cheek. “I told you your intelligence is sexy, your looks are sexy, and your pure soul is the sexiest thing of all. But I think seeing the way you love your son is my biggest turn-on.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded.

“Even though he’s not yours.”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t make a difference at all. I never thought the single dad thing would be so damn hot.” She scooted closer to me, her lips brushing against my shoulder. “I guess it makes me want to be a mom…and have you as the father to my babies.” She dropped her gaze for a while, like she was afraid to look at me after the confession she’d just made.

It was unnerving, but it didn’t scare me so much anymore. If we got married and started a family, that meant we could do this every day. We could be happy like this—all the time. What was scary about that?

She finally lifted her chin and met my gaze, unsure.

I didn’t have the words to respond, so I leaned in and kissed her.

She kissed me back, hungry for my kiss.

I pulled away slightly, looking into her blue eyes. “You’d be a great mom.”

Her blue eyes looked so gentle, so touched. Her thumb brushed across my bottom lip as she stared at it, like I’d just said something that really turned her on. Her hand cupped the back of my neck, and she pulled me in for a harder kiss, a hungrier kiss.

We lay on the loungers next to the pool, sitting directly in the sun. We’d both applied sunscreen all over, but our skin was slowly tanning. My skin naturally darkened quicker than the average person, so I was already getting some color.

Cleo looked sexy as hell in her pastel blue bikini, her skin shiny from the lotion, her floppy hat covering her face. She had a book on the table beside her, and the ice had melted in her drink.

A nice breeze blew, so neither one of us got too hot.

She turned over, lying on her stomach so her back could get some sun.

My eyes immediately moved to her perky ass.

Cleo’s eyes were on me, so she watched the whole thing. “You’re definitely an ass man.”

My hand went to her cheek and gave it a squeeze. “I’m a Cleo ass man.”

She smiled. “I guess running around in those heels all the time really creates a nice caboose.”

“Or you’re just genetically gifted.”

“Like you are?” she teased. “You have a big brain. I have a big butt.”

“It’s not big. It’s perky. Big difference.” I gave her a gentle spank.

“So, what do you think of my tits?”

I was surprised by her blunt question. “They’re nice too.”

“They’re a bit small, but—”

“They’re perfect. I love everything about you.” My feelings for her weren’t superficial anyway, so it didn’t matter. My soul connected with hers, and that was the high I was addicted to. Being extremely attracted to her was just icing on the cake.

She smiled. “You do?”

“Yes.”

“Because it didn’t seem like you were that attracted to me before…”

I turned my head and looked at the ocean through my sunglasses. “I was. Just didn’t allow myself to see you like that.”

“Because I worked for you?”

“I guess. But when I kissed you…fuck. It was all there.”

Her smile widened.

“I wanted to be with you because of how happy you made me. If the sex was bad or the chemistry wasn’t right, I would’ve stayed anyway. Our relationship is more than physical. That’s the reason I’m here in the first place…” If it weren’t, I could just have any woman, and it wouldn’t matter what she was like. But my feelings for Cleo were deep and powerful. I was loyal to her, not because of my word, but because of my soul.

Her hand reached for mine and held it.

I turned back to her.

“My feelings are more than skin-deep too. But I’m not going to lie, every time I saw you shirtless, I wanted to jump your bones.”

I grinned. “Good to know. I like your ass. What do you like about me?”

“Your shoulders,” she blurted. “So broad.”

I watched her,