“Would you give up being head of the Lospostos crime family for me if I asked you to do it?” she asked softly. Not moving. Not coming to him.

Everything in him went still. Tension knotted his belly so tight he thought maybe she could see the knots. “If I said no, will you still get into this bed with me?” he countered, keeping his voice soft. Neutral.

Her eyes moved over his face. She was an open book. The woman could never hide anything from him. Yeah. She’d get in his bed. She’d come to him and give herself to him and she’d do it completely.

“You’re mine, Elijah,” she said, still not moving. “You were born to be mine. I know it every single time I look at you.”

She slowly undid the laces of her camisole so that her breasts spilled free. Already he could see the changes in her body. Her full breasts were even lusher. Her tucked-in waist was still there, but there was a definite baby pooch. A beautiful one. Soft and inviting like the rest of her. Still looking at his face, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down until they fell free. She still wore the gloves and somehow, that was sexy, seeing her in soft skin and a pair of his driving gloves. He felt like he’d been aching for her for hours. And he had.

“Then come here, baby.”

“You didn’t answer me.”

“I’m going to answer you, but I want you close.” He patted his chest. “Very close. Right here, mi vida. I want your eyes on mine while I talk to you about this.”

Because he wanted to see her reaction. The real one. The one in her heart and soul. He’d see that in her eyes. His belly was back to knots. She’d said she’d stay with him even if he didn’t give her what she asked for. He watched her intently as she crossed the room and slid into the bed on the opposite side.

Instantly he turned, caught her to him and pulled her close, rolled until she was on top of him, sprawled across his chest. He roughly pulled the tie from her hair, allowing all that thick silk to cascade down. He loved the feel of it sweeping his skin.

“Honey,” she whispered.

“Straddle me,” he said softly, his hands at her hips, guiding her lower, until she was positioned over his hard, straining cock. “I need to be inside of you when I give this to you, baby.”