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She gasped. “Go on,” she said, her eyes focusing on his lips.
“I’m not sorry I claimed your every entrance,” he said, air sucked from his lungs. All his blood rushed to his hard-on. He fused his lips on hers in an urgent, instinctive, passionate kiss. She responded with the same level of need, her teeth nibbling his lower lip.
He pulled the sweater over her head, and voila, she wore nothing underneath. In the daylight, she was even more delectable than at night. Her breasts hung full and firm, and indents marked her waist. Her belly was round, fleshy, womanly. And her delicious thighs were the perfect gates for what lay between them.
Clearing the contents from the island, he lifted her and placed her on the granite slab. She squirmed, leaving no doubt she wanted him.
Last night, it had been dark. Today, he wanted to catch every nuance of her face, every shape of her body.
She spread her legs apart, and he dropped his pants. He pulled her to the edge of the island, and then he plunged into her. The moment his pulsing cock penetrated her tight, warm sex, he thought he might die. The delicious sensation—the best thing in the whole damn world. Almost as good as kissing her. As good as seeing her smile.
He flicked her clit with his thumb, his cock thrusting hard into her.
She stretched her legs over his shoulder, and he leaned down, surprised at how wonderful it was to be surrounded by her. Never, ever wanting to let go.
* * *
“You have to tell him, Trish. Tell Santiago.”
Santiago looked at her sleeping face and he frowned. After they had made love in the kitchen, he carried Tiffany to the bedroom, where she’d fallen back to sleep and he’d rejoiced in watching her. For the past hour, Tiffany had muttered a few incoherent words that slowly became more and more understandable. What in the world could she possibly know about Patricia he didn’t?
She woke up with a start, maybe from her own nightmare. Her breathing labored. He didn’t miss how her eyes widened at finding him, fully dressed, on the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“What? Yes.” She shook her head, and rubbed her eyes. “Sorry. I haven’t had those nightmares in a while. Must have been seeing you again that triggered them back.”
Waking up, she was lovely. His body leaned forward, but he fought the urge to erase the distance between them and kiss her. Or hug her. He cleared his throat. “You were mumbling in your sleep about Patricia telling me something.”
She lifted her hand to cover her mouth. “Oh.”
“What?”
She raised an eyebrow. “What did I say?”
He stood, suddenly too restless to continue so sit on the bed. What would she be hiding from him? “You must know. Tell me sweetheart.”
She blinked a couple of times, then frowned. He could read the fear darkening her pupils, and he didn’t like any of it. His gut clenched, and he mentally braced himself for bad news.
“I- I don’t even remember, must have been part of the dream.”
“Tiffany, you’re lying,” he said, raising his voice. “Tell me.”
She pulled the sheet up along her neckline. He wondered if she wanted to just cover herself and disappear so she wouldn’t have to talk to him. “Some secrets are best left buried.”
No.He, for one, hated secrets. Living with his own did enough damage. “Then we’ll do some digging,” he said, pacing the room. As if on cue, his hip tingled. He had chosen to keep his prosthesis on while they had sex, both times. The idea of showing her his scars still made him uneasy. “Tell me.”
She drew in a breath, closed her eyes, then inhaled and opened them. “The baby Patricia carried wasn’t yours.”
He froze. For a moment, the only sound he heard was his heart beating wildly against his ribcage. There was no warmth, just a merciless chill sweeping through him with the intensity of an earthquake. Could it be true? “What?”
Silence.
He parted his lips to speak, when she lifted her hand in mid-air, urging him to let her continue. Her eyes watered, and her facial expression gloomed. “She told me a couple weeks prior to the accident. That night at the party, I saw her drinking alcohol and got really mad at her. I’m no expert, but drinking alcohol early in the pregnancy isn’t recommended and could harm the baby. We argued, and I didn’t want to have this huge fight in front of everyone. So I asked her to go on a drive and talk about things.”
“Who was the father?” he asked, and the cold in his veins melted into red hot anger. Why would Patricia fool him?
Tiffany rubbed her temple. “An ex she ran into when you guys broke up.”
