Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
There were no pressures of the city.
He had expected Milah to ask for Glory to come with them, but she hadn’t put in the request.
Glory told him everything about Milah. All the finer details he didn’t get to enjoy.
Milah’s love of literature and pop music. How she enjoyed dancing when she thought no one was watching.
He wanted Milah to break down those walls and finally open up to him, but with each step forward they seemed to take, another step was taken backward.
Watching as the sun started to set, he saw Milah put her hand on her stomach. She seemed to be doing this more often of late.
Did she love their child? Was she protective of him or her?
Damon watched her, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
She wore a beautiful pastel-blue summer dress with thin straps. When the sun shone on it at just the right angle, he saw her bare flesh beneath.
Her stomach was rounding nicely, but again, no real sign that there was anything in there. That would take time. He found himself getting excited about the future. At watching his baby grow within her stomach.
Throwing caution to the wind, he ran the small distance between them and rushed toward Milah.
She saw him running, released a scream, and started trying to get away from him, but he wasn’t going to let her get away this time. He captured her in his arms, pulling her against him. Spinning her around, he lifted her, and Milah wrapped her legs around his waist. He lowered her slowly to her feet, cupping her face.
Milah tilted her head back to look at him, and as he stared at her lips, he just couldn’t resist claiming them. Kissing her mouth, he traced his tongue across her lip, and when she opened, he took full advantage, plunging inside.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Damon tugged her to the sand, moving her to straddle his waist.
He didn’t break the kiss once.
Milah’s pussy rocked against his dick, and he wished they didn’t have fucking clothes on, but there would be plenty of time to fuck her when they got back to his villa. For now, he just wanted to kiss her.
“Wow,” she said, breaking from the kiss.
“I missed you.”
She burst out laughing. “We haven’t parted, Damon. You were watching me from the beach.”
“And then I wanted to kiss you. Why did you run?”
“I don’t know. I think I wanted you to catch me.”
“Always.” He pushed some of her hair behind her ear. He was quite happy to stay out here for the rest of their lives, but her stomach started to rumble.
“Embarrassing.” She buried her head against his neck.
“Not at all. I have a question. In or out?”
“I think I’d like to eat in.”
“Done.”
He got to his feet and tucked Milah into his side, placing his hand on her hip as they walked back toward his gate. “Are you having fun?” he asked.
“The best kind.” She rested her head against his chest. “I don’t know why you brought me here, but I do love it.”
“My dad bought this place for my mom as a wedding present.”
“He did?”
“Yeah. They had their vacation in Italy. I think in that very villa, but it was rented at the time. She loved it that much, and talked about how perfect it was, my dad wanted to recreate it for her, so he bought it. They spent their anniversaries here. Even after my mom passed, my dad would come here, just to be closer to her.”
Milah didn’t say anything, and Damon cursed himself for bringing up his parents.
Raoul had advised that he didn’t bring up any … bad memories. Anything that could bring the De Luca and Russo feud into play.
“It is a beautiful home,” Milah said. “I can see why she liked it.”
“My mom would have liked you.”
Milah stopped, and even though he could have forced her to keep on moving, he stopped right along with her.
“Don’t, Damon.”
“It’s my life, Milah.”
“I know, and I know what happened, so we don’t have to keep repeating it.”
“I’m not. I’m just sharing this with you, and our baby. That’s all.”
She nibbled on her lips, and he tugged her close, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re going to have to learn to trust me. I haven’t said everything to be bad.” He kissed her cheek again, and this time, they started to walk, heading back to the house.
Neither of them spoke as they arrived, and Milah excused herself to shower. She had sand in places that really shouldn’t have it.
He chuckled, and as she went to the shower, he went into the kitchen, grabbing some food to fire up on the grill. Milah had already made a salad, and there were cheeses, fruits, and some sliced meats. He picked them all up, taking them outside.