In the beginning he’d wanted only his child. To love it and give it the life it deserved.
Now Adoni wanted more.
He wanted Alice.
He breathed slowly, testing the idea.
It was crazy to want any woman long-term, given his history. Crazy after knowing her such a brief time. Yet he did, and Adoni trusted his instinct. Instinct had got him the most important breaks in his career. Instinct came through when carefully laid plans failed.
Instinct told him he wanted Alice. That he’dkeepwanting her. This wasn’t a passing attraction.
She’d make a good mother, unselfish and caring. She’d do her best for their son. For some reason Adoni was convinced it was a boy.
The more Adoni knew about Alice’s story, the more he realised she took family, caring and duty seriously. She had her dream of art school but had deferred it to look after the man who’d supported her family. She paid her debts. She was honourable.
Honourable. Caring. Sexy. Even her obstinacy, her feistiness were assets, or would be when directed towards nurturing their son. And weren’t two loving parents better for a child than two parents living apart, turning their child’s life into a schedule of travel and disrupted routines?
More than that, there was something vital, adorable, unfettered about Alice. She was a breath of fresh air—so different from him and yet, he was discovering, so similar in the ways that mattered.
She shifted, her breath stroking his skin. His nipple tightened at that phantom caress and his loins stirred.
It was tempting to wake her again. He was insatiable. He’d told himself it was due to the child she carried. Or because she really had been a virgin when she came to him. However politically incorrect, there was something viscerally exciting about knowing he was her first lover. He could, if he wanted, be the only lover she ever had.
The idea solidified his determination. He just had to figure out how to get everything he wanted.