Page 49 of Soulmate of the Mafia King (Kings of Philly #8)

SERA

I blinked awake in my airplane seat and found Killian still dozing next to me.

He’d sworn up and down he didn’t need comfortable clothes for the flight, that he was used to flying in a suit, but I’d made the right call forcing him to change.

The T-shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach, and the thin shorts left little to the imagination.

Desire stirred within me. I’d wanted to wait until our proper honeymoon, our new life together, started.

I’d wanted to christen the villa with our first married sex.

I glanced out the window and saw nothing but dark water. We’d left America.

Our honeymoon had definitely started by now.

I ran my hand over Killian through his shorts, and his eyes opened almost immediately.

“I thought we were waiting.”

I smiled playfully. “I’m done waiting.”

He growled and stood then lifted me out of my seat and carried me to the bedroom at the back of the plane without another word.

I craned my neck to kiss him, and he didn’t even pause.

The door slid open. I waited for the bounce of him throwing me onto the bed, but instead he laid me down and remained on top of me like he couldn’t bear to be further away.

He kissed me hungrily, and I opened for him. My husband. The love of my life.

I ran my hands down his back and up under his shirt as liquid want gathered in my core. He hissed when I dragged my nails down his back but never released my mouth. I rocked up into him, feeling his hardness, and he pushed a hand under my dress.

Killian pulled back with a groan. I smiled. I’d left my bridal lingerie on under the sundress, and he’d found the garters.

“Off,” he growled.

I sat up and pulled the sundress over my head. He groaned again as miles of white lace came into view. A matching garter belt, panty, and bra set that hid almost nothing of my body.

“Is this why you wouldn’t let me touch you?” he demanded.

I nodded.

“You can do that any time.” He dove forward and buried his face between my breasts.

I moaned his name. He didn’t even move the bra aside, lapping and sucking at my nipples through the lace. The added friction drove me wild, and I ground up into him.

“I love you,” he muttered against my skin.

I pulled at his shirt. “If you love me, fuck me.”

He chuckled darkly and leaned back to strip. “Touch yourself for me. I want you wet. We’re making a baby, right?”

Emotion burned through my body like a wildfire.

Tears sprang up at the corners of my eyes.

This wasn’t just another night on the plane, some surprise for Killian.

This was the start of our lives together.

Our family. I unclipped the garters, pulled my panties down over them, and circled my core lazily as he stripped.

He was so gorgeous, so incredibly sexy. When he slid into me, I groaned his name. I hadn’t packed my birth control pills.

“I hope they have your eyes,” he whispered against my ear as he fucked me.

“I hope they’re as brave as you,” I whimpered. “Harder.”

Killian slammed home, and he fit so perfectly that my tears spilled.

“Your strength,” he groaned.

“Your hands,” I gasped.

We raced toward completion, moving in perfect unison with each other, sketching out our perfect future in moaned hopes. I needed a bigger word than perfect to describe him, this. He spilled inside me, warm and wet, and my orgasm crashed through me.

He collapsed on top of me, panting, and I wrapped my arms around him. I kissed every part of him that I could reach, tasting salt on his skin.

“I love you, Mrs. Ricci,” he murmured.

“I love you, too, Mr. Ricci,” I replied with a smile so wide it hurt.

I woke up again to sunlight pouring in through the windows of the bedroom on the jet.

Killian lay next to me, still naked, and I stared at him.

Maybe it was the sleep, but I thought I saw some of his worries disappear as soon as we got on the plane.

The tense, aggressive mob boss I’d met was starting to fall away, allowing the man I’d fallen in love with to surface.

I couldn’t even imagine what years on the island, with nothing to worry about but me and our family would do to him.

At the very least, I’d probably saved him from an early stress heart attack.

At the thought of our family, I ran my hand over my bare stomach.

Maybe we’d started that tonight. I crossed my fingers and whispered a prayer to whoever might be listening.

I’d meant everything I’d said last night.

If I gave birth to a mini-Killian, one we could raise in perfect peace in the villa, I’d be happier than I could imagine.

And I believed he’d love a mini-me. Maybe we could have both.

Fraternal twins, on our very first go. We hadn’t really discussed numbers yet, but I’d noticed the villa had an awful lot of “guest bedrooms” in our wing.

Even if we wanted each of the kids to have their own rooms, we could have five before we needed to build anything new.

Growing up an only child, especially isolated by my father’s position, had been lonelier than I thought back then.

There was no way I was stopping at one, but as the tropical sun warmed my skin, I allowed myself to imagine three, five, even more, all of them each other’s best friends.

A big family sounded like just the thing, with a whole island to spread out over.

“All right, folks, we’re going to be landing in about half an hour,” the pilot said. “Havana and your next leg awaits.”

I grinned and hopped out of bed to look out the window.

Brilliant blue water replaced the navy night waves I’d seen, and the colorful streets of Havana spread out alongside it, cupped by stunning beaches.

From the city, we would take a boat out to our island, but even here, everything looked amazing. Perfect.

Killian cupped my ass as he stepped up behind me. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to stay like this.”

I turned to kiss him. “Not until we reach the villa.”

He nipped my lower lip. “Promise?”

“Promise.” I glowed with happiness as we dressed and headed out to take our seats for the descent.