31
Antonio
A condom. That’s what she’s worried about?
It’s probably the fact that she could end up pregnant again. But I’ve already told her I’d marry her, and I want to be in Sophia and Liam’s lives.
She opens the bathroom door when she’s finished. Aleksandra is stunning. There’s a glow about her, and the fact she’s naked makes me hard. I can’t tear my gaze away from her body.
“Would that be the end of the world?” I ask. “If you got pregnant again?” It’s not like we’re trying to have another child, but I missed out on all the firsts with the twins. I wouldn’t miss out again.
I climb off the mattress and pull her into my embrace, wrapping my arms around her.
“Again?” she laughs, glancing down at my cock.
“It’s your fault; you look so goddamn beautiful.” There’s a gruffness, a heat that sizzles between us, even now.
“And what would you have me do differently?” she asks.
I whisk her toward the bed, pulling her down onto my lap. “Absolutely nothing,” I say and crush her lips with mine. I want to devour her from head to toe, discover every freckle and blemish that makes her truly unique.
And I intend to do just that.
“Mama!” Sophia pounds on the adjoining door.
The little tiger bursts in without waiting and stares at us with wide, confused eyes. We’re not the least bit dressed or decent.
“Get out!” I bellow, pointing at the door.
Sophia’s eyes turn into two waterfalls as she tears back into her bedroom.
“Look what you’ve done,” Aleksandra scolds as she pushes me away and stalks across the bedroom towards the dresser. She doesn’t put the wedding gown back on. It lays in a heap on the floor.
I grab my clothes scattered on the floor and pull my boxers on first.
“Me?” I ask. “She tore in without waiting for permission.”
“She’s a child,” Aleksandra says and rolls her eyes. Already dressed in her bra and panties, she slides her pants up her hips.
It’s impossible not to stare at the sexy as hell woman just a few feet away from me.
“Relax. It’s not like she had any idea what she saw,” she says.
I yank on my trousers and then my dress shirt. “Are you sure about that?” I run my hand through my hair. The last thing I need is to traumatize the kid.
“Let it go. If she starts asking questions, I’ll deal with it,” Aleksandra says.
“Good, because I’m not ready for the sex talk with the twins.”
“And you think I am?” She emits a heavy sigh. “Thankfully, we have a few years until that discussion happens.”
While I button my dress shirt, Aleksandra pulls her blouse on over her head. It takes all my strength not to stalk over and rip her clothes right off.
She opens the adjoining door and disappears into the kids’ bedroom.
I exhale a heavy breath and wait a beat before following. I can’t help the grumpiness and irritation that exude from within me. It’s not like I’m used to being around kids, let alone my own.
This is all still new to me, foreign.