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I squeal when he lifts me, cradling me in his arms like I’m the most delicate thing. He gently lowers me on the bed, spreading my thighs open. Max starts at my foot, kissing his way to the throbbing ache. Those perfectly shaped lips send sparks of pleasure, my body bowing at the sensation. I gasp when he bites, then sucks at my clit. My fingers dig in his soft black hair. I rock us back and forth. His long arms rub at my sensitive nipples, making the pressure build up.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Damn, the sound of his voice vibrating between my legs makes me want to explode. He maps a path with his mouth—hipbone to ribs, to the sensitive curve beneath my breast. Each touch of his tongue burns sweetly, like a drug entering my bloodstream that I never want to be without.

“Those moans of yours, I missed. I dreamt of them every night. Tell me, did you touch yourself thinking of us? Because I did.” His thumb rasps my nipples. “I moaned your name. Every night.” Desire flares in his eyes.

My entire body erupts into flames, and with the image of him alone with my name on his lips, it nearly undoes me. “I did,” I confess. His fingers tug my hard nipples.

“Show me.”

His massive body shifts to the side of me, the heat of his skin radiating against mine like a furnace. The mattress dips and creaks under his weight as he gets on his knees to watch me. Oh, the view is amazing from here. Every sculpted ridge on his chest catches the dim light from the closet, casting shadows that trace a map down to where his hips narrow into that perfect V. Dark ink blooms across his skin, every mark representing the story of our life. My body responds with an electric current that makes my thighs clench involuntarily. He might just get those six kids. A bead of his moisture gathers at the flushed crown of his cock, which curves upward with an urgency that matches my own. I run my tongue slowly across my bottom lip, remembering his salt-sweet taste and already craving to feel the weight of him against my tongue again. I run my hands down, rubbing between my sex, then I insert two fingers. Nothing compares to him being inside me. The flames in Max’s green eyes could set this bed on fire. He bites his bottom lip, and his hand goes to his cock, stroking and lubricating with his wetness. Fuck, that’s hot. I pump faster, and our gaze never drifts.

“Max,” I moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, voice rough. “Let me hear you say my name.” His other hand—inked with my name—works himself harder. The sight of it unravels me.

He shifts closer, teeth grazing my clit as I keep pumping. I push his hand away with my free one, guiding the thick curve of him into my mouth. The first taste makes my body hum. I suck on his perfectly shaped tip. My body hums as his tongue chases my fingers, lapping at what’s mine. The heat between us is unbearable. I can feel him swell inside me. He’s close. Max pulls my hands away, replacing them with his own—four fingers driving deep, stretching me open. I’m right there.

I look up through my lashes—his face is wrecked, watching me fall apart. He pulls out and spills across my chest.

Chapter 29

Sol

I really hope and pray that Hector is a heavy sleeper like his son.

Max’s lips brush the hollow beneath my ear, his breath ragged against my skin as he thrusts deep inside me, and the mattress creaks beneath us. My legs wrap around his waist, adjusting to take all of him. A toe-curling scream wants to rip from my mouth, but I bite my lip. We should have gone back to my place. His teeth graze my pulse point, and I can feel the rumble of his dark, sexy voice forming my name.

“Sol,” he breathes against my neck.

Just that. My name. My real name. I close my eyes. Thrust. His hand moves to my sensitive breasts, cupping them while driving us to every galaxy imaginable. I move my hips to accommodate his rhythmic thrust. Every moment filled with yearning. His lips brush against mine.

“Mi Sol.”

He drives deeper.

He slams into me harder; it pulls a gasp from me. The name Sol would have had me questioning so much a few months ago if he had moaned it. But now, Max uttering my birth name in an intimate moment at the right time is more than I can ask for. I’ve always been Sol. Rainey was a fabricated name to cover up who I really was. Thank god I called dibs on this man many years ago because he’s been there from the beginning when I didn’t know who I was.

My nails scrape his tatted back, teeth graze the side of his neck, leaving marks all over. Max is the type of man all women want in their bed. I’ll make it known who he belongs to. He has no problem. He only groans when I suck his neck like a leech.

Max lifts up, still thrusting. A wicked smirk plays on his gorgeous face. The pad of his thumb rolls over my nipples. “You’re beautiful,” he says, pinching my nipples. “If you weren’t pregnant right now, I wouldn’t let you leave this room until you were.” Max runs his hands down my belly. “Since we have already accomplished that…” With the pad of his thumb, he rubs my sex, watching himself thrust into me. “That only means a ring is on its way.” He thrusts. “Soon.”

My heart is about to crawl into a bed of roses.

Max pulls out. Still with a wicked smile. Something shifts in his expression.

“Is that a proposal?”

His finger finds my clit. I close the thread of questions.

“Not yet, tesoro. There are a couple of things we need to square away.”

I frown. “Like what?”

“Turn around, amor, I need you on all fours.”

He redirects so smoothly, I almost let him. Almost.