Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire(63)

She liked those words even if it was hard to believe him. No man had ever been dependable in her eyes. No man had ever kept his word. “I want to believe you, Amedeo. It’s just hard.”

“I understand. No one has ever stayed in your life. I can’t promise you romance or love or anything like that, but I can promise that I will help you raise this child. I think part of your fear is that you will be doing this on your own. I may not be there every day, but you can call me anytime. I don’t want you to feel alone.”

She rested her head on the back of the couch, studying him. Was he for real? He hadn’t ever lied to her. Never. He’d kept every promise he’d made. She just couldn’t get past her history with men. Including her father.

“Isn’t it a father that defines women’s relationships with men?” she said.

“Yes.”

“And I didn’t have a relationship with my father so maybe I’m figuring this all out on my own.”

Amedeo nodded. He kissed her hand. “I’m here. I can help. Always. I’m a man of my word.”

“I want to have faith in you. You are the one man who hasn’t let me down. It’ll take time.”

“I’m a patient man.”

“No, you aren’t. You want everything now,” she said.

“He laughed. “Okay. I do. You’re right, but I will be patient now.”

She laughed, shifting closer to him. “You’re a pretty amazing man, Amedeo.”

He shook his head. “I’m actually not. I’m just a real man. A real man takes on his responsibilities. He doesn’t hide from them. You just haven’t encountered any real men in your life.”

Sadly, he was right. With each boyfriend, she’d been more and more betrayed. At least she’d been smart enough to be on birth control. Until Amedeo. She’d been between men so she’d stopped taking the pill.

But if she hadn’t, and that condom hadn’t broken, she wouldn’t have met Amedeo. If she had a daughter, she’d be able to tell her what a good man was like. Her daughter would have an example of one and wouldn’t be lost when she became an adult and had relationships.

Her daughter would also have a fine example in the man she as sitting with. That was just as important. Damn him, being dependable was sexy. She scooted even closer to him.

“You really think I’m still sexy?”

He looked her over then put a hand on her stomach. “Yes. Pregnancy agrees with you.”

She leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Amedeo had other ideas. He put his hand on the back of her head, deepening this kiss. Her body started to come alive. These pregnancy hormones had their uses.

Amedeo kissed don’t her neck. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Good.”

He scooped her up then carried her up to his bedroom. He let her slide down his body to stand on her feet. What a great body to slide against. Hard and manly. He smelled good as usual. Just a hint of cologne. She rubbed her hands down his chest, then up his shirt. He had just enough chest hair to be manly. Not so much that he seemed like an animal.

He unbuttoned her blouse then slid it off her shoulders. The look in his eyes when he stared at her breasts was priceless. Like a kid in a candy store. Like he’d just opened the best present on Christmas morning.

His hands cupped her breasts. They were just beginning to grow so they must feel different every time he had his hands on them. He undid her bra, dropping it to the floor.

Today felt different to her. Better. With each touch, it was as if he were being gentler. Which was nice. He kissed her neck as his hands roved over her breasts. She undid his pants, feeling inside his boxers for his very erect penis.

He gasped. “I’m on the edge here, Violet.”

“I know. I like you that way.”

He chuckled into her ear. He stepped away to take off his shirt and her body felt the loss to her soul. Then he nudged her back onto the bed. He took care of her pants and panties and then he licked up one leg and down the other. He skipped over the best part.

But he came back to it, sucking and licking, one finger inside of her. She clenched her fists, the orgasm just out of reach. Then he put a second finger inside of her. She catapulted off the bed with the climax.

“Oh. God.”

Before she was done, he was inside of her. Filling her. She dug her nails into his shoulders because she was going to cum again. So soon. Her body knew what to do. She was out of control and didn’t want to be in control.

Amedeo sped up his rhythm and she was over the edge. He followed her with a grunt and his teeth gritted. She let her arms fall to her sides, not able to hold them up any longer. He nipped her neck then rolled off her.