Free The Fall Of Jacob Del Garda by CC MacKenzie

him, the taste of him, before she responded, "Every pregnancy is different. For some reason I'm really tired with this one, too."
    His rock hard erection rubbed between the cheeks of her bottom and she tipped her pelvis back to encourage him to enter her slick heat, but he simply kept sliding back and forth driving her crazy.
    " Si , I have noticed. You are doing too much and working too hard. Last time you did not have two active toddlers to care for. You only had me to look after."
    She laughed at his “and-I'm-not-a-lot-of-hard-work” tone.
    "Yeah, like living with you is a walk in the park."
    Immediately he stopped rubbing himself against her and turned her on her back to gaze into her eyes.
    Oops.
    One outraged male stared down at her.
    She patted his strong cheek and rubbed her thumb to smooth out the frown between his eyes.
    "I am not easy to live with?" he asked, absolutely serious.
    It was bad of her to yank his chain but surely he knew he was incredibly demanding at times. Being honest with each other was one of the reasons why their marriage worked so well, so it didn't occur to Bronte to think before she spoke.
    "You can be too demanding at times, and controlling."
    If she'd punched him in the face he couldn't have looked more shocked.
    Nico sat and simply stared at the love of his life.
    She was not happy living with him?
    He was too demanding and controlling? But...
    His heart beat too fast against his ribs and he rubbed the spot.
    "Explain," he ordered.
    She bit her lip as if trying hard not to laugh, and gave him a look she usually reserved for their daughter when she was about to lose her temper.
    "You're pouting, Ferranti," she warned.
    His brows flew into his hairline.
    "I am Italian. We never pout."
    Then he frowned when she gurgled with laughter.
    And just like that the fear trickled away.
    He rolled over to cage her between his arms and legs and looked down into her lovely face. "You are teasing me," he growled.
    "You were sulking," she retorted, and gave him big eyes.
    "No."
    "Part of you was sulking," she insisted, and then looked down between his legs. "Although it looks as if it's made a complete recovery."
    His eyes narrowed, and hers went soft and loving.
    He spoke from the heart, "You know I love you. Your happiness matters to me, cara ."
    Her hands rose to cup his face, and she pulled his head down to hers.
    Their mouths met in a whispered benediction of their love. The kiss she gave him was so sweet, and so loving, it made him tremble. Then she pulled back to stare deep into his eyes.
    "I love that you are demanding in your need for me. You make me feel desired and loved. Never change, Nico. I love you just the way you are."
    But deep inside him was a nagging guilt that he was too demanding as a lover, and as a husband. His wife was pregnant with his third child, and she was tired.
    He moved off her and rolled to his side, taking her with him.
    His hand shook a little as he stroked her face, cupped her chin to get the angle just right for his kiss before his hand went on a voyage of discovery down the side of her breast, her ribcage, to settle gently on top of their child.
    "You need rest."
    "Hmm, where did Jacob run off to? I don't think I exchanged two words with him all night."
    Rubbing his cheek on the top of her head, Nico hoped his friend had found closure with his ex-fiancée.
    "He has a romantic interest in the photographer. Didn't you recognise her?"
    Bronte yawned hugely. "No."
    "She is Gabriella Dolman."
    Now his wife went stiff in his arms. "His ex-girlfriend? The one who broke his heart?"
    "Si."
    "But, she's a supermodel. What was she doing taking photos of Coco and Rafe?"
    "I believe she has decided on a career change."
    "Seriously?"
    "She is staying in one of the cottages with her twin sister for a couple of weeks."
    "And how does Jacob feel about that?" Bronte wanted to know. And he could hear the ice in her voice. His wife had a soft spot for the fierce looking Spaniard.
    "He