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“To many more, then,” she said, raising her glass. “Your adventures are just beginning now that you’re famous.”
“Not famous yet,” he snorted.
Isabella sipped her wine and pretended not to pay attention to him though she could see his hand reaching for her.
“Lay down with me,” Rex said, giving a soft tug to her arm.
She knocked back the rest of her wine and allowed Rex to make her his little spoon.
Rex lifted her shirt and stroked the edge of the bandage. He was still in disbelief the tattoo had been her idea. He kissed the back of her neck. “You won’t forget me?”
“Never,” she replied.
Rex felt upheaval from the bottom of his belly, all the way into his chest. He knew it wouldn’t feel real until he was driving away from Ocotillo Valley tomorrow, straight to LA to meet with Interscope. It wouldn’t feel real that he wouldn’t see or speak to Isabella again until the next time he was alone and wanted to talk to her.
It couldn’t feel real in that exact moment. Because what felt real was Isabella in his arms, bearing a mark on her body representing him.
“Can I say something crazy?” he murmured.
“You probably shouldn’t,” Isabella replied.
Rex bit back on the three words resting on his tongue. She was right about that. “I love you” would make matters worse. And besides, if he gave it some time, he’d probably realize what he felt wasn’t love at all. Just excitement and adrenaline. Nothing more.
Isabella didn’t have to hear him say it to know what he was thinking. She was thinking it too. What person could spend every day with someone for four weeks and not fall utterly in love with them? If Isabella wasn’t immune to it, then no one was.
Silence always gave way to sex with them. It was a given. If they couldn’t say things with their words, they’d say it with their bodies. So, they wriggled their pants down low, kissed and kissed until he was impossibly hard and she was impossibly wet, and then savored each other one last time. He buried himself inside her from behind, relishing how tight she was, struggling to breathe.
No words were exchanged. What need would there have been?
All Isabella and Rex needed were rutting hips, gripping hands, and strained moans.
It wasn’t complicated. Didn’t need to be.
As she got closer to coming, Isabella pulled Rex’s arms around her until they were so tight there was not even a millimeter between them. She clamped his arms to her chest. And though circumstances prevented it, all Isabella wanted to say was, “Don’t go.”
Rex kept his mouth to her ear, each thrust eliciting a painful whimper from his lips until there was no way to avoid his orgasm. “I’m gonna come,” he huffed. “I’m gonna come inside you.”
His words pushed Isabella over the edge first. He fell right after, unable to avoid it with her clenching pussy.
“Give it to me,” she moaned. “Give it all to me.”
In hindsight, Isabella felt she should have known then what that night would yield. Because Rex had no reason to tell her he was coming when he’d done it so many times before. And she had no reason to beg for his seed when she believed it wouldn’t yield anything.
However, looking down at the positive pregnancy test three weeks later, Isabella for a second believed in something other than science, other than fact.
This baby was fated from the second Rex conjured it into existence.
No. Before that.
The second they met.
And she didn’t question what she had to do.
Because she loved him.
Chapter 17
Rex
