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His nostrils flared and she watched him gather his control with something close to amazement. This was why Seve Valente was a veritable bulwark in the venture capitalist world.
‘You have my word that I won’t touch you until you beg me to. But bear this in mind,pequeña. When you do get around to doing so—and don’t bother arguing with me, it will happen—there will be no going back. The next time I spread your thighs and claim you, it will mark the beginning of your permanence in my bed.’
He tucked her hair behind her ear, and she caught a whiff of her essence on his fingers as he trailed a hand down her cheek.
Dear God, but that scent alone was enough to make her consider surrenderingnow. To tell him there was no need to wait, that she was ready to jump—or waddle—into his bed right now.
But that would be illogical.
That would be succumbing to the base needs of her body when her mind should be the only consideration tool at play here. Wouldn’t it?
As her thoughts whirled, he crooked a smile, that wicked, decadent, I-know-you-better-than-you-know-yourself smile that should’ve infuriated her but only made her weaker, made her lean into him. Further branding her with his touch.
Those hands continued to mould her flesh with unapologetic bold caresses. As if the magic he’d just wrought on her had given him free access to her.
Hadn’t it?
‘Battle with yourself if you must, Genie. But don’t keep us both waiting for too long.’
‘Is...is that a threat?’
His smile deepened, snatching yet another lungful of air from her. ‘Not at all,mi corazón. But think how...exceptional it would be to take advantage of the next few months until our child is here to indulge.’ He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. ‘To be a little selfish and take what you want and not feel guilty about it.’
She gasped, her head rearing back so she could stare into his eyes.
He knew. Of course, he did.
The man had near-sorcerer levels of intuition. And when he followed her retreat, brushed his nose with hers then tormented her by hovering his lips over hers without quite making contact, she suspected she was doomed.
‘Let me make this easy for you. We will marry next week. On our wedding night, you will come to me. And we will gorge on each other the way a husband and wife are perfectly entitled to.’
Once again she jerked away, another ripple of shock shaking through her frame. ‘Next week?We can’t get married in a week!’
His teeth bared in a breathtaking white smile. ‘We are two billionaires with every available resource at our fingertips. Even if I hadn’t anticipated your acquiescence and put plans in place months ago, it would’ve been far from impossible.’
‘You...what?’
‘Don’t act so surprised. Your stubbornness in accepting that this was inevitable didn’t stop me from doing what needed to be done.’ Still reeling from his words, his proximity, her orgasm, and countless other seismic shifts, she could only whimper when he finally brushed his lips over hers, stared down at her mouth for a ferocious few seconds, then resolutely stepped back. ‘My grandmother has spent the last three months making your wedding dress. She’s been instructing her favourite dressmaker to keep adjusting it once a week.’
‘Your grandmother has made my wedding dress?’ Yes, she was aware she was rabbiting his words as if her brain cells weren’t firing properly. Could anyone blame her?
She’d walked into this room confident of what she intended to happen next. Instead, he’d pulled the rug from beneath her, starting with two mind-bending orgasms, the aftershocks of which she still experienced every minute or so.
‘Sí.She, like I, lived in hoped that we would marry before the baby arrived. But she also fully accepts that if it isn’t to your liking, the final decision is yours.’
No, shewasn’tmelting inside. It was just the prudent coming to terms with her decisions. But as Seve slipped an arm around her waist and led her from his study towards thesalonwhere his grandmother spent most of her mornings, she couldn’t help but feel her heart swell with...gratitude. With...lovefor the old woman.
And when the old woman took one look at them, quirked an eyebrow at her grandson, then burst into a torrent of Cardosian at his subtle nod complete with clapping and wild smiling, she told herself the tears prickling her eyes were pregnancy hormones.
When Lita patted the seat next to her and picked up the bell to summon the housekeeper, Seve nudged her forward.
‘I will leave you to it,’ he murmured in her ear, his breath—deliberately, she suspected—wreaking final havoc on her senses.
But she rallied fast before she was completely railroaded. ‘Two. I’ll marry you in two weeks.’ Hopefully by then this insane roller coaster feeling would’ve stopped long enough to reassure her that she was doing the right thing.
For the longest moment, he stared her down, imposing his will over hers. When he realised she wasn’t going to back down, he exhaled and nodded. ‘Two weeks.’ Then with a hard, firm kiss, he walked away.
And that was how Genie found herself drowning in mountains of gorgeous tulle, silks and priceless pearls.
