Page 124 of The Devil's Heir

I ignore her, hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, and push them down. Going to my knees, I help her step out of the material until all she's in is her panties and bra.

My hands go to her waist, and I pull her into me so I can press my lips to her stomach. When she showed me the slight roundness the other day, it made the pregnancy seem so much more real. I smile while my lips remain pressed against her skin.

Lily brings her hands to my head, runs her fingers through my overgrown strands, and very softly says, "Your son is okay. He's going to be strong, just like his father."

There's a burning in the corner of my eyes, but I push it away as I wrap my arms around Lily's waist and flatten my cheek against her. I just hold her for a moment. This woman has often brought me to my knees, but I'm happy to do so because she is my life. I will never want another.

Regretfully, I pull away and stand up, reaching around her to unclip her bra and letting her beautiful breasts fall free from their cage. I run my thumbs over her nipples and feel her shudder. It's all I do before pushing her panties down and off, then lifting her and placing her into the tub.

I kneel beside it and take the loofah into my hand, but she stops me. When my eyes meet hers, there's a look in her deep brown eyes that I can't quite make out. If she asks me to leave, I don't think I can do it. However, she surprises me with her request.

"Can you get in with me—or am I too filthy?"

I don't need to think twice about it as I stand and strip out of the dark clothing I had changed into before leaving to go find her. I don't care how dirty she may be; I'll join her every fucking time. Lily leans forward, and I climb in to sit behind her, pulling her back into my chest. I kiss her shoulder before picking up the loofah once more.

As I run the loofah over her breasts and stomach, I ask, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Will you go all caveman on me if I do?" she asks in a teasing tone.

"Probably, but you'll deal with it." I smile even though she can't see it.

"Hm, yeah, I will…"

She moans as I continue to wash her, and even though I don't plan on being intimate with her, my sidekick doesn't seem to have gotten that message.

"Sorry," I say with a little chuckle when she squirms away from the hardness.

"It's okay. I'm used to you poking me in the back. It's how I sleep every night."

I continue to grin. She's not wrong. I have a constant hard-on whenever I'm around her, awake or asleep; it doesn't make a difference. My dick knows she's near and wakes up every fucking time.

FIFTY-SEVEN

Liliana

My prayers were answered—Jarek came for me. I lie here in my bed, where Jarek tucked me in after the shower I took once I was finished soaking. Almost three days' worth of filth washed away, and now I can get some much-needed rest, or so I thought.

I toss and turn, unable to fall asleep even though I'm exhausted. Sleeping on that cold cement floor had me waking up frequently. But that isn't the worst of it. It was the being down there all by myself. I don't want to be alone right now.

Throwing the covers off me, I climb from the bed and go to the dresser to grab one of Jarek's t-shirts. After pulling it on, I bring the collar to my nose and inhale the masculine scent that is all Jarek. It smells of sweet tobacco and leather, and it's becoming my favorite scent.

Not caring about putting panties on, I pad over to the door and open it. The hallway is quiet, and the sconces on the walls are turned down to dim lighting. Taking the stairs down to the first floor, I turn to go to Jarek's office first; it's where he's usually at. However, the room is empty, so I go in search of him.

When I don't find him anywhere, I figure he's taking care of business and will come find me when he's done. My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven't had dinner, so I head for the kitchen.

I stop just inside the door, gawking at the sight before me. I haven't been seen yet, so I cross my arms, lean against the door frame, and watch a shirtless Jarek stand at the stove as he stirs something in a pan. He moves around, pulling two plates from the cupboard, and then grabs some silverware from a drawer.

He's wearing gray sweatpants, and his feet are bare. The muscles in his back flex with his every move. There's soft music playing from somewhere close by, but I don't bother looking for it. The only thing holding my attention is the half-naked man before me.

My fingers itch to touch him.

Without making a sound, I walk up behind him and slip my arms around his waist. I expected him to be startled, but all he does is lift my hand and kiss my knuckles.

"I was wondering how long you were going to stand there, drooling over me."

I gasp. "I was not drooling!" I retort, trying to pull away, but Jarek grabs my hands and does not let me move.

"Oh really?" he asks, turning around in my arms. "Then what's this?" Jarek wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb and quickly puts it in his mouth to suck on it.