Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire(48)
Her head had begun to hurt again and she wasn’t sure she could think straight right now. That’s what she got for going on the computer.
“No, but you need to think about it. We need to have a plan for raising this child. We need to know that we agree on how to parent this child,” he said.
He’d come to sit on the edge of the bed. She looked at him as if he had two heads. “The birth is months away.”
“Then we’ll have months to sort this out if we don’t agree on things. You know I’m flexible about custody, but there are other things I find important.”
“Like what?”
“I want my child to go to a local private school. That may mean that you live near here. I know you’ve already uprooted your life, but I want you to think about making your permanent residence closet to me.”
She frowned. She hadn’t thought about where she would live, which was odd for her. She could be planning if it was necessary. Then again, her plans had never turned out. Why should she make them?
She shrugged. “Okay. I’m going to have to figure out what I can afford.”
“I’m assuming the child will be in daycare at some point. We’ll have to pick that together. Which means you’ll have to have a clear idea of where you’ll be living.”
She rubbed a hand down her face. “If you want to have this conversation, you need to feed me.”
He laughed. “Okay I’ll make dinner.”
“Thanks. Then I promise we’ll talk about this stuff. Meanwhile I’ll think about it.”
“We need to think about discipline and bottle feeding and what kind of diapers,” he said.
“There’s a whole lot do to with baby raising.”
He nodded, brushing a hair out of her face. “There is and I couldn’t ask for hotter baby mama.”
She just laughed as he walked out.
Chapter10
With dinner done, Amedeo washed the dishes then returned to the bedroom to watch a movie with Violet. She was very affectionate, but he didn’t want to push things. She was sore. He couldn’t imagine that she wanted to have sex.
Not that he would turn it down, but maybe she should stop touching him how she was touching him.
They’d talked about the baby. More than they had since she’d moved in. He felt closer to her than ever, and he’d love to make love to her. She had her head on his shoulder, her hand playing with his chest hair while the move played. He’d lost track of the plot as he focus zeroed in on what her hand was doing.
It began to go lower, onto his stomach. He snatched it up. “Don’t tease me, Violet. I’m only human.”
She lifted her head off him. “I’m not teasing. I feel much better. I guess this conversation we had put me in a mood.”
His eyebrows went up. “Really? Because I can accommodate you, I’m sure.”
She sat up to look at him better. “I don’t think I can handle rough.”
He put his hand on her face. “I can be as gentle as you need.”
Shit, he could be anything she wanted of him if he was going to get laid.
“Promise?”
“I promise, Violet.”
She smiled and his heart zinged in his chest. She was a beautiful woman and she was going to be naked soon. Which made her even more gorgeous in his eyes. Those miles of mocha skin really got his engine running.
He hadn’t hoped she’d be recovered this soon. “Did the doctor say it was okay?”
He didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want to hurt the baby either.
“It only said that if I felt up to it, I could have sex. I’m feeling up to it. I’m feeling downright frisky.”
“Let’s take this slowly.”
“Okay.”
She took off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He’d noticed that before then admonished himself for noticing. Guess it was okay. He kissed her as if he were kissing someone more fragile. Right now she was.
“If you need to stop, please tell me. It’s okay.”
It might kill him because he was already hard for her, but he would do it. This was her health. He put his hands on the breasts that he’d missed seeing. She pulled him over on top of her. He braced his elbows on either side of her. She didn’t need to take his whole weight.
Her hand went down his pants and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. Her hand was warm and soft and she grasped him firmly.
“Someone’s glad to see me.”
“I am,” he said, nipping at her neck. She tasted of strawberries.
“Does he want to come out and play?”
“Of course,” Amedeo growled.
Violet laughed, then shoved his pants down his legs. He stood, then dropped his drawers on the floor. Then he took off his shirt and she smiled at him Guess she liked what she saw.