The Billionaire's Baby Bargain(13)

But she wanted more. Couldn’t wait. She ran her tongue over her lips and lifted her hips experimentally. Andrés let out a hiss as he sank deeper into her.

His gaze met hers, and the heat and possessiveness there made her insides melt and her body quiver.

“Oh, how you please me, cariño,” he muttered and made a long, delicious stroke inside her.

The sweet ache bloomed inside her once more, engulfing her and building in intensity with each powerful thrust he made. She moved her hands to his back, tracing her nails over his skin while matching the sensual rhythm he created.

The pleasure built. Climbing higher and higher, spiraling to a place she’d only dreamed of going.

She gasped as the sensation finally exploded, hurling her over that heavenly peak. She shuddered, clutching him and sobbing with ecstasy while he continued to plunge into her. A moment later he let out a shuddering groan. He reached his own release and then the weight of his body fell on top of her.

When she could finally form a coherent thought, she became acutely aware of the weight of Andrés’s body pressing her into the softness of the mattress. A wave of shyness swept through her as the magnitude of what she’d just done hit.

Andrés moved off her and onto his side, nuzzling her neck. He slid an arm around her waist. Butterflies fluttered in her belly; warmth slid from her head to her toes. Her pulse quickened and her throat tightened with emotion.

This moment felt right. Completely natural. She was thankful she’d listened to her heart. Andrés was a tender and skillful lover, even when they’d both been fervent with passion.

The lovemaking had been so intense and emotional. Where there seemed to be a connection between them that went far beyond the physical.

Chloe stroked a hand through his hair and drew in an unsteady breath. Her heart squeezed. Andrés was a man she could fall in love with all too easily.

“Chloe,” Andrés murmured against her breast. “Do you have any idea—dammit.”

At his sudden curse she stiffened, wondering if she’d done something wrong. “What is it?”

He lifted his head, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “I did not take precautions.”

“Take precautions?” she parroted. His meaning sunk in and then her cheeks flamed. He hadn’t used protection. “Oh.”

He swore softly in Spanish and moved from the bed. He paced the room, thrusting a hand through his hair. “I cannot believe this.”

Chloe’s stomach sank and the exquisiteness of the moment deflated like a pinpricked balloon. She sat up in bed, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her mind reeling at how quickly things had gone from magical to awkward. Wanting to ease some of his frustration, she said, “This is my fault too.”



Something in her voice snapped him from his own agitated thoughts. He spun around and saw her, curled up almost defensively, and cursed himself.

“Forgive me,” he muttered thickly, and moved back to the bed, drawing her once more into his arms. “This is not your fault, cariño.”

He brushed his lips across her forehead in an effort to ease her worries, but could not completely eradicate his own. When he’d realized how careless he’d been, his entire world had come to a halt. He’d never—ever—made such a gigantic blunder.

Memories of his own childhood, dark and painful, threatened to surface, but he shoved them ruthlessly back into the shadows of his soul.

“Andrés,” she began hesitantly, lifting her head from his chest to look at him. Her cheeks were red and discomfort flashed in her eyes. “There’s probably no need to worry. A few years ago I was diagnosed with a condition…” She bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing to discuss, but what I’m trying to say is that when I do decide to have a child, it will likely be a challenge to conceive.”

Andrés blinked, a bit taken aback at her bleak revelation. One that was obviously quite difficult for Chloe to make. His gut twisted for the sadness in her and he pressed a kiss against her forehead, tightening his arms around her. “Lo siento, cariño. I am sorry.”

Yet at the same moment—and he knew it made him a bastard—some of the tension eased from his body at her admission. A child from his seed was never to be. Which was why he was usually meticulously careful.

Except for tonight.

Even with Chloe’s condition, he would use protection regardless when they made love in the future. He simply could not afford to take that risk.

“I’m a fool,” he murmured, keeping his tone light. “Forgive my overreaction. I simply have never lost my head quite so quickly. You enchant me.”