She wrapped her arms around my neck. "You're here telling me you love me. That's all I need."
I slid my hand to the back of her head and pulled her so that I could kiss her. I wanted to spend the rest of the night—hell, the rest of my life—kissing her, but there was more that we needed to talk about.
"We still need to do the annulment," I said gently. I watched her expression, hoping she wasn't offended or hurt.
She nodded. "I know."
"Do you know why?"
"Because even though we love each other, we’re not ready for marriage."
I shook my head. As she sat on my lap with our arms wrapped around each other, I felt as sure as the heart beating in my chest that marriage was in our future.
"It's because that marriage is tainted. Anything and everything that has your father's fingerprints on it, we need to cut out. We need this relationship to be just about us. What we want, when we want it."
Her smile was sweet. Tears welled in her eyes, and I reached up to wipe one of the tears away. "I hope those are happy tears."
She nodded. "They are." Then, her smile faltered slightly, and she stared down at me intently. "What about the baby?"
"I'm happy for the baby. Excited, even." I pressed my hand over her belly. "This little person was made by you and me. It was made because even though I didn't know it at the time, I was falling head over heels for you."
Her smile filled her face again, reaching the depths of her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed me. "When does the makeup sex begin?" she whispered in my ear and then tugged on my lobe with her teeth.
Immediately, my dick was at full staff. "Whenever you're ready, baby."
Our hands were wild as we pulled at each other's clothes. I was crazy with need. Need to touch her soft skin. To taste her body. She must have felt the same because when we were finally free of enough clothes, she straddled my thighs and sank down on me hard and fast.
Our moans filled the room. Then our lips fused together while our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.
“I wanted to tell you at Christmas that I loved you,” I said as I trailed my lips along her jaw and downward, wanting to suck on a sublime nipple, knowing that when I did, her pussy would contract around my cock in the most delicious way possible.
Her hands cradled my face, bringing my gaze to hers. “I did too. And to tell you about the baby.”
“I believe you.”
A tear fell on her check again. “The baby isn’t tainted, Max.”
“Hell, no, it isn’t.” I held her closer, wanting her to know how much I loved her and the baby. “This baby would have been made with or without your father’s interference.”
She smiled. “I was afraid you’d be upset.”
“No. How could I be? I forgot a condom half the time.” I brought my hand to her cheek. “That was a clue too.”
“Clue?”
“That you’re the one for me. I never, ever forgot a condom before.”
My words seemed to light her up. Like she was recognizing just how important she was to me. “I was on the pill.”
“The fact that it failed was a clue too.”
She laughed. “I think the spectacular orgasms were a clue.”
“No doubt. Are you ready for one?” I slipped my hand between us and rubbed her clit.
She gasped, and her fingers gripped my shoulders. “Yes. But together, Max. I want us to come together.”
I removed my hand from her pussy. “Whatever you want, my sweet Amelia, it’s yours.”