Baby for the Billionaire(165)

“Forever.”

“If you want.”

“I want.”

His fingers pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. She shimmied out of it and it fell in a pool on the carpet.

He’d trodden out his shoes and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and now he pulled the white shirt over his head. He stepped out of his pants a moment later. He wore only close-fitting boxers, and the sight of his hard, muscled body gave her a secret thrill.

Victoria kicked off her heels.

And trembled a little with anticipation as his arms came around her and he undid the hooks of the white lacy bra that she wore. He skimmed his hands over her hips, sweeping the brief bits of lace down her legs, leaving her naked to his ravenous gaze.

A moment later he was naked, too.

The hard ridge of his erection revealed how much he desired her. And he swept her into his arms and lowered her onto the queen bed.

“This is going to be over way too fast,” he murmured into her ear. “I want you so badly.”

He licked the shell-like shape of her ear and Victoria shivered with delight.

But despite his forecast he stretched the pleasure forever. He used his hands, and his lips, and his tongue to bring Victoria to heights that she’d never experienced.

When he finally parted her legs, she was on fire for him.

Connor positioned himself over her and drove deep.

She closed her eyes and let the passion take her. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders. He gasped and drove again.

Arching beneath him, Victoria found the rhythm. And then they were moving in unison, as one.

The pleasure rose in a bright, blinding arc. And as the light exploded behind her eyes, she heard Connor whisper, “I love you, Tory. How I love you.”

The words tilted her into a dizzying whirl of color and ecstasy that seemed to go on forever. And she found herself gasping, “I love you, too.”

Afterward they lay on their backs on the bed, their hunger for each other temporarily sated.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asked, turning her head to meet his warm eyes.

“That I love you?”

She nodded.

“Of course I did.”

She gave him a slow, dreamy smile. “I love you, too. I’ve been thinking, Connor. That billion-dollar baby bargain of yours? I got the best bargain of all—as well as Dylan, I got you.”

“Nah.” He shook his head. “I definitely did better out of it. I got you, when I might have ended up with Dana in the greatest mistake of my life. My guardian angel must’ve been looking out for me.”

“You believe in angels?”

He nodded solemnly. “Falling in love did that for me.”

“I like the idea of Suzy as an angel.” Victoria glanced at the photo on her dressing table. “I can see her wearing a halo on her curls, smiling that sweet smile of hers.”

“With Michael beside her, holding her hand.”

“Of course.”

“They’d be happy for us, you know.”

Victoria nodded. “I think so, too.”

“They tried to match-make us two years ago—I was furious about it.”

“I’m not surprised! You’d just been through a bad experience with Dana. It wasn’t the right time.”

“And you didn’t like me,” he said righteously. “You thought I was a jerk that no sane woman could live with. Yet look at you now.”

“I didn’t know you!” she corrected, laughing at him.

He bent forward and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “So you think you know me now?”

Victoria nodded. “To know you is to love you.”

“Oh, Tory.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “I’ll never tire of hearing that, of kissing you, of making love to you.”

“I suppose that means that there will have to be a little brother or sister for Dylan one day.” Her eyes turned a wicked gold.

“That sounds like a great idea.” Connor laughed silently, happiness and joy filling him. “But we’ll need to practice.”

“So what are we waiting for?” his wife asked, pulling his head down to hers.





Epilogue




Frank and Juliet’s wedding took place at Victoria and Connor’s home.

And Victoria disgraced herself by crying buckets. But she didn’t care. Nor did the man who stood proudly beside her, holding her hand.