I release a deep, rattling sigh. “Thank God on all of it.”
“Yes.”
I cover his hands with mine. “Why have you been crying?”
“I was talking to my dad about Milo, and it all sort of hit me.”
“Are you okay now?”
“I’m better than I was since hearing Milo is improving and Joaquín is in custody. Again.”
“Mateo and I should go home to our place.”
“Miguel said we need to continue to be vigilant. Just because Joaquín and Diego are locked up doesn’t mean their friends and family aren’t still blaming you.”
“I’ve brought enough chaos to you and your family.”
“We’re not doing that, remember?” His hand works its way inside my towel and up to cup my breast. He runs his thumb over the tight nub of my nipple, and just that quickly, I want him.
“Don’t try to distract me. It’s time for us to go home.”
“No, it isn’t.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I push back against his hard cock even as I realize I’m saying one thing and doing another. “This is your home for as long as you’d like it to be. In fact, forever would be perfect.”
“Nico, stop. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“I’ll never say anything to you that I don’t mean. I swear to God, Sofia. You can believe me when I say I want you both here with me. I love coming home and knowing you’re here. I love touching you and kissing you.” He kicks the door closed and uses his free hand to lock it. “I love everything about you.”
My towel falls to the floor. In the mirror, I watch as he unbuttons his shorts and frees his cock from his clothes. It’s hard against my back as his hands come around to cup both my breasts. I’m as aroused by his words as I am by the way he touches me, making me believe what he says with the way he looks at me in the mirror.
“Tell me you want me.” He presses his cock between my cheeks. “Tell me you feel the same crazy need for me that I feel for you.”
“I do. I want you even when I’m sure I shouldn’t.”
“You should.” With his hand in the middle of my back, he tips me forward and slides into me from behind.
He’s so much bigger than I’m used to that it takes me a second to relax enough to let him in.
“Shit, I forgot the condom,” he says gruffly.
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
A low groan tells me what he thinks of that news. “God, you feel so good.” His breath against my ear gives me goose bumps, and when he reaches around to press his fingers to my clit, I nearly explode.
“Not yet.”
I feel like I’ve been plugged into an electrical outlet as I vibrate from the overwhelming need to come. I grasp his wrist as his fingers continue to stroke me. “Nico.”
“What, honey?”
“I need to…”
“Tell me what you need.”
I look up and meet his intense gaze in the mirror, and what I see reflected there is everything I’ve ever wanted for myself and my son—a man who loves us with his whole heart and soul. “I need you. I need this.”
My words spark something primal in him. He holds my hips in place as he pounds into me.
I bite my lip to keep from screaming when I come the first time, and then when it happens again, this time with him, the effort to stay quiet is nearly painful.