Page 119 of His Son's Ex

I gently push back on his chest, urging him to flip over. I straddle him, his hands anchored on my hips, guiding me as I move. His eyes never leave mine, blazing with intensity and raw need. He places his hands on my stomach, moving them up and scooping my breasts into his hands as they bounce.

“You’re driving me insane,” he growls, pulling me down for another kiss.

“Good,” I whisper, breath ragged. “Then we’re even.”

Our pace quickens. His hands slide up my back, his mouth finding the curve of my neck again. He grips my thighs as I rock against him, feeling every inch of him inside. The friction is exquisite and my head drops back, a moan tearing frommy throat as waves of pleasure build and crest, sharp and shattering.

I come again, the world blurring as I grind into him, squeezing out every last bit of pleasure.

He flips us again, taking control. He moves slow and deep, like he’s trying to memorize every part of me.

“Dante,” I moan. “I’m going to?—”

“Come with me. I want to feel it again.”

The pressure builds until I’m unraveling beneath him again, my entire body trembling as release rips through me, stars exploding behind my eyes. He follows with a groan as he erupts inside me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with that perfect warmth.

Afterward, he falls to my side, holding me close as we both catch out breaths.He brushes a strand of hair from my face, then kisses my forehead.

“You okay?”

I nod, dazed, a lazy smile on my lips. “Definitely okay.”

He settles beside me, one arm draped around my shoulders, the other cupping my belly. “I meant what I said. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. They won’t even get close enough.”

“I believe you,” I say softly.

He pulls me closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly, like this moment was created just for us.

“We’ll be okay,” he whispers. “You, me, and the little one.”

“I know we will. We’re already doing better than most.”

He chuckles quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder. “Damn right we are.”

Unexpectedly, he sits up and stretches in a lazy, delicious way, drawing my eyes immediately. My gaze trails down his bare back and broad shoulders, settling on the ridiculous perfection of his ass as he gets up and walks away from the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I call after him, biting back a grin.

He glances over his shoulder with a cocky smirk. “You’ll see.”

My brow arches. “If you’re abandoning me for something boring, I swear?—”

He reappears in the doorway, still completely naked, holding two plates and two forks. “Isabella insisted I bring tiramisu.”

I stare at him, then laugh so hard I nearly double over.

I pluck a fork from his fingers, still giggling as he climbs back into bed beside me. We dig in, trading soft moans of deliciousness at the first bite.

He leans over and kisses me, sweet and slow, tongue sweeping mine. I pull back with a soft gasp.

“You taste like espresso,” I say against his lips.

He brushes my hair back. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper, and I mean it with everything I have.

Wrapped up in sheets, laughter, and mascarpone, we fall into each other again.