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‘What are you doing in here? I thought Gabi was helping you with theentremeses?’
‘She is,’ Emily replied, looking at the handsome man staring back at her. He always took her breath away. The rich deep longing she saw in his eyes reflected her own, it was addictive that look.
She pulled him round to face her in the chair and straddled him, much to his surprise and delight. ‘Esposa, we don’t have time...’ he complained, clearly torn between propriety and desire.
‘Really, husband? All your shocking talents and you don’t have time for this?’ she asked, pressing herself against the hardness of his arousal.
Red slashes brushed across cheekbones that were the envy of many a person as he gripped a fistful of blonde hair at her nape and gently pulled her head back so that he could feast upon her lips. She groaned into his mouth, uncaring of the lipstick she had spent so much time on.
Turrónwasn’t her only craving that had become insatiable in the last two months.
Slowing the kiss much too soon for her liking, Javier gently leaned back and levelled her with a searching look. Eyes narrowed, focus intent, it wouldn’t take him much longer to work it out. ‘Cariño?What secret are you trying to keep this time?’ he asked, his gaze confused, but—she was relieved to see—not hurt. Because he knew that there were no more lies between them now. Only joy and happiness and hope for a future she was excited to meet.
‘Just one,’ she teased gently, taking his hand and placing it low on her abdomen where the most precious of all Christmas presents would be making an appearance in about seven months’ time.
Javier’s eyes grew so wide and so round Emily couldn’t help but laugh.
‘No!’ he said, as if too worried that he might be wrong.
‘Yes,’ she confirmed.
‘Really?’
‘Really,’ she promised, and then squealed as he picked her up, stood from the chair and spun her round in his arms as Diabla danced between his feet.
‘That’s it. I’m never competing with you again. You don’t play fair,’ he complained after kissing even more of her lipstick from her lips.
‘No,’ she replied, reaching up with her thumb to wipe off the hint of red on his bottom lip. ‘I play to win.’
But she was surprised when he looked so happy with her reply. When she asked why, he replied, ‘Mi amor, when you win, we both win, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.’
Santi and Mariana and the children arrived then, interrupting a kiss that would have led to so much more if left to their own devices, but Javier and Emily were happy to see them.
Later that evening Emily looked at the people sitting at the dinner table and realised that they were her family. Bonds formed by friendship, by choice, beyond blood, had made their family strong and powerful in a way that nothing else could. And there, in the candlelight, the magic ofNavidadsurrounding them, she looked at her husband and knew that this was the first of many Christmases to come that neither would ever forget.
