Chapter Thirty One

Salvatore.

I wanted to stay with her. And hold her.

The startling need had crackled through my chest.

So I had forced myself to walk away. Now I stood in the middle of my study room staring out of the window almost in a daze. My breathing was still uneven, my heart racing, and my body thrumming with the after glow pleasure and heat. What the fuck just happened?

I had fucked so many women in my life, all as beautiful and some even more beautiful than her, but none of those encounters even vaguely resembled what I had with her.

For fucks sake I had unraveled like a dropped old movie reel. It was the closest thing to a miracle I had ever experienced in years.

What was it about her? Why did she have this effect on me?

She was just a woman who was having my baby, that's all she was, that's all I wanted her to be to me.

My gaze went over to the tray with a bottle

of aged whiskey and a single crystal glass on the low table next to the fireplace. Every night it was put out for me. Some nigh