Captured by the Billionaire (Omnibus Edition) (16 page)

“Leah!” He grabbed her arm and spun her around. She tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let her, hugging her into his chest. “Baby, I love you.” Scooping her into his arms, he carried her back into the bedroom and sat in a fluffy armchair in the corner.

“I don’t trust you,” she whispered into his shoulder. His breathing stilled for a second and he swallowed.

“I-” His arms hugged her tighter. “I don’t want you to go.”

“But you’d let me?”

“Yes,” he croaked. “Do you really want to leave?”

“No,” she confessed, feeling his body relax.

“I promise I’m not going to get rid of you after the baby comes.”

“I found the formula.” She’d seen several cases in a chest freezer they never used.

“Baby,” he sighed. “The doctors…they weren’t sure you’d be able to produce milk. Or that you’d even survive. It’s just a contingency plan, I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Do you think I’m too screwed up to take care of the baby? Is that why you want a professional?”

“No.” His eyes were glassy as they stared into hers. “Leah, No. But you’re still sleeping 12 hours a day. And I’d like it to stay that way. Who knows how long it will take you to recover from surgery.” He kissed her healed wrist.

“You were so adamant about not having a nanny before.”

“A lot has changed since then.”

“Too much.”

“What does that mean?”

She crawled out of his lap and went over to the door to the deck. He followed her out.

“Leah, what do you mean? Please just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“You. You’re too different. I don’t know if I believe it.”

“I don’t know what to say to that. It hasn’t been easy.”

“A person doesn’t just flip like that, Adam. Especially not a control freak like you.”

“Since you’ve come home,” he started, moving towards her, “controlling you has been a lot less important compared to making sure you aren’t afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Then it’s been working.” He slid her arm around her waist. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s been getting a lot harder lately. With you testing my patience all the time.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“This mouth.” He kissed her, his teeth gently nipping at her bottom lip. “Is what I’m talking
about.”

She stared up at him defiantly as he broke away. “I like the way it frustrates you. And getting a glimpse of who you really are.”

“You’re the only one who’s ever seen who I really am.” He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her fingers. “But, yea, lately I’ve been keeping a lid on the control freak.” Angry eyes, a mouth struggling not to smirk. She was starting to like this look. “If you want him back…”

“I don’t,” she said quickly. “But I like to tease him, I guess.”

“He likes it, too.” He threaded his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck and tugged lightly.

“I don’t want to lose the rest of you.”

“That’s impossible,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “Because I am different now.”

“Me too.”

He picked her up and carried her into the house. “I know.” His arms felt so steady as he laid her on the bed. “Every time I look at you, I just…melt. It’s confusing. Sometimes I want it the way it was before. But this… the way I want you now, the way I need you. There’s no going back.”

“I know.”

“So we will be different, together. It will work out.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Oh, I think you are.”

As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. She always dropped after she got upset. He stroked her spine as she nuzzled into his shoulder.

“Will you have new name?” Leah asked sleepily.

“Yes.” She poked him in the ribs to continue. “Garrett Langdon, anthropologist with a trust fund.”

“Garrett, huh?”

“Do you like it? You’ll have to get used to calling me that in public, especially if we’re traveling in the U.S.”

“Will that be an option? Don’t you have to worry about being seen?”

“No suit. I’ll grow a beard. Nobody should notice.”

He was right again. Leah thought of the plastic man with the plastic smile, the picture that would be in all of the papers.

“Besides, everyone will be looking at his beautiful wife.”

“Wife?”

He pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her nose. “I hope.”

“Are you asking me?”

“I’m telling you that I will be asking you. I was always going to. Even before.”

“But you’re waiting until the old you is dead and gone, huh.”

He nodded, a touch of the lost little boy look in his eyes.

“I think you should tell your children. Everything.”

“Leah…” He rolled onto his back.

“Did it ever occur to you that she wants them to be angry with you, so they won’t want to see you afterwards?”

“Patricia isn’t particularly vindictive, even when she’s mad. She just cares about the publicity.”

“Screw her pictures. You need to do what’s right for them.”

He let out a groan. “Maybe you’re right. I’ll think about it.”

She curled up next to him. “I like the way you consider my opinion now.”

“I always did.” His lips pressed into the top of her head. “I just didn’t want you to know. Get some sleep.”

“Okay.” She was already on her way.

“Will you let me consider your opinion concerning our son’s nanny when you wake up?”

“Yes,” she grumbled, drifting away.

21

Leah sat up suddenly
, her eyes surveying the bedroom washed in blue moonlight. Her heart wasn’t beating fast like it usually was and her skin wasn’t slick with cold sweat. Then she heard the noise that had woken her again. It was Adam.

He was slumbering next to her as always, but not peacefully. Thrashing next to her, he mumbled her name and clenched his fists. Her first instinct was to wake him up but she wanted to hear what he was saying.

Her curiosity didn’t last long. She couldn’t leave him trapped in whatever hell he was apparently in. After a few “No’s” and “I’m sorry’s” there was a “But I love you” followed by a “Don’t go” and she reached out to shake him awake. It took more force that she expected and only seemed to make it worse until his eyes finally flew open.

They were terrified, brimming with tears, searching her face as if to see if it was really there. He was breathing so fast it looked painful and she could see a vein pulsing in his neck. She smoothed his furrowed brow as his shaking arms reached forward. Her body crushed against his as he seized her forcefully, one of his hands on the back of her head, the other on the small of her back.

He would have never held this tightly if he were fully awake and Leah’s breath caught in her throat. This was the way he used to hold her, the way she needed him to hold her so that she could feel the love and desire he was always professing. His entire body was shuddering, his fingers digging into her flesh and his face disappeared into her neck and hair.

“I don’t want you to leave me.” His voice vibrated into her chest.

“I won’t,” she whispered softly, kissing his collarbone.

“Leah.” He pulled her head back by her hair so that she was looking into his eyes. “I think you’re right.” His grip loosened, replaced by the tingling sensation of his fingers gently tracing a pattern on her nape. “I won’t let you go.”

His eyes were feral. She should have been angry, scared, panicked, but she wasn’t. This was who he really was and if he loved her as much as he said he did there was no way he would just let her leave without a fight. She moved to kiss him but his mouth was already on hers, his lips forcing hers apart as his tongue claimed her.

His hand clenched in her hair as the other moved underneath her nightdress. It stopped on her belly and she opened her eyes as she felt his grip loosen.

“Baby!” his voice cracked as his face filled with remorse. He was awake now. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” He sat up against the headboard and pulled her into his lap.

“No.” She nuzzled into his shoulder, her body still running hot from the glimpse of the animal he’d kept caged since they had been reunited.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Stop it.” Her hands had a mind of their own and started running over his muscled torso as her lips tasted the skin on his neck. She held onto his shoulders, using them for support as she flung one of her
legs over his hips to straddle him. His cock pressed against her sex. “I liked it. I miss it. I need it as much as you do.”

He let out a low growl in response, but his face was still tormented. Kissing his forehead, she flashed him a smile as she took his hands in her own and placed them on her swollen stomach. Just when it seemed he was ready to let go, concern flooded his face and he stopped moving entirely.

“Leah,” he said and she stifled an exasperated huff. “You’re all wet.”

“I know.”

“No, baby, your dress.”

Confused, she looked down to see the white fabric had become sheer with moisture, clinging to her nipples.

“I think I leaked,” she marveled, looking up at him excitedly.

“Wow.” His lips curled into a smile.

“That’s normal, right?” He knew so much more about this pregnancy stuff than she did. She looked down at her swollen breasts, gently touching her nipples through the wet material.

“Yes.”

There was something in his voice that made her look up. The smile was gone. He was panting, staring at her intensely with the animal’s eyes. His hands wrapped around her wrists, pulling them away from her chest. He kissed the inside of the one that had been broken, his eyes still locked with hers, before placing them gently at her sides.

“Leah?” The question rumbled through his chest and pressed into her thigh.

She nodded and his hands were on her in a flash, pulling her nightdress over her head, leaving her bare as the chill of the night air stiffened her damp nipples. The heat of his mouth and the palm of his hands quickly replaced it as he attacked her breasts, letting out a low groan.

He suckled her, pulling her nipple deep into his mouth until it had given him all it had to give. She cried out in pleasure as he ambushed the other, his free hand gripping her ass to pull her closer to him before returning to grope her swollen breasts. They didn’t have much to give him and she wondered if he noticed as he ravaged them until her nipples started to ache.

On cue, Adam’s face looked up at her before she let out a whimper, the hint of an apology in his eyes. She refused it with a kiss and slid her hand down his rippled stomach to his iron cock. He was still naked from when they had played with each other before falling asleep.

“Get these off,” he snarled, fumbling with her panties.

Leah went to dismount him but he pulled her back down and tore them apart above one of her hips, sliding the tatters down the opposite thigh as she giggled. His expression lightened in response and he pulled her face to his, kissing her softly as his fingers explored her slit. They toyed with her clit for a few moments before sliding up inside of her, testing if she was ready.

“I love you,” they told each other in unison, eyes widening in surprise at the harmony. He grabbed her by the hair and thrust his tongue inside of her mouth.

Adam’s body had sunk into the bed until he was half lying on his back. He gripped himself and guided his cock slowly inside of her. A gasp and a growl tore their lips apart as he breached into her heat. It was as thick as she remembered, stretching her to her limits the way it had the first time he fucked her against the unyielding boulder. But he was so much gentler this time, sliding in cautiously inch by inch until she was full of him.

His arms wrapped around her hips as he drove upwards, sinking the last of his length inside of her depths as she cried out. He kissed her again, threading his fingers through her hair as he held her on his cock. His lips traveled away from her mouth, grazing along her jaw to her ear, darting across her forehead to her eyelids, and settling on the tip of her nose as he gripped her hips and thrust upwards.

She could feel that it was different, the way he touched her, caressed her, his eyes constantly checking her face for any hint of discomfort. His fingers clamped onto her nipples to roughly, sending a piercing jolt through her body. He bit his lip and stopped, leaning up to kiss each on tenderly and flick it lightly with his tongue before lightly grazing them with his fingers as she rode him.

His eyes were on her as she bounced up and down, a satisfied smile on his lips. Leah moaned in pleasure, pulling her hands off of her breasts and wrapping her fingers into his. Her eyes flew open, instinctively looking down at him sheepishly, waiting for the usual irritated response. Instead he squeezed her hands in his, bucking his hips up to help her as her rhythm slowed.

She wanted to keep going, to ride him into oblivion but her body was wearing out. He knew, holding her up in his strong arms, pumping into her, but her exhaustion was stealing her enjoyment.

He sat up, his chest catching her as she slumped forward and he wrapped his arms around her. She felt him slide out of her as he gripped her ass and laid her gently on her back. A frustrated whimper escaped her lips and she spread her legs, desperate to feel him inside her again.

The smile that looked down at her was hungry, though he paused for a second to dip down and plant a tender kiss on her lips. Then he drove himself inside of her in one greedy thrust, widening her eyes and shaking out a gasp. His hands were on her hips as he drove into her deeper.

Her belly kept them farther apart than she wanted as he leaned forward to catch one of her nipples between his lips. He must have been afraid to crush her and he let out a frustrated grunt before
uprighting himself and settled for groping her breasts. Watching him lose himself in her flesh pushed her arousal higher and she felt herself clench around him.

He fucked her deeply and forcefully, not quite as hard as he had before but much harder than she had imagined he would have. His eyes stayed on her, burning hot, with barely a trace of restraint. She cried out as he watched her, steadying her bucking hips as she shattered around him. He followed her almost immediately, shuddering and letting out a howl as he detonated inside of her.

As soon as he was finished he was out of her, pulling her into his lap and cradling her in his arms. His mouth clamped onto hers and his hand stroked her belly lightly. He covered her in kisses, her face, her neck, her chest, her stomach, her arms, everywhere he could get his lips without having to let go of her. The more she giggled, the more he pecked at her, an endless stream of “I love you’s” flowing from his smiling lips.

And that when she saw it, or rather, saw that it wasn’t there anymore. The light behind his eyes shone brightly, barely filtered through the ever-present sorrow. She wrapped her arms around him, catching his traveling lips with her own and pulling him into a deeper embrace. The bodies sank into each other and slipped lower on the bed, their hands twisted together like they were afraid to be pulled apart.