Lynne Graham's Brides of L'Amour Bundle

Later that evening, Hilary settled her baby into his cot in the beautiful nursery, which she had had great fun furnishing for his occupation. Her son had his father’s black hair and an adorable smile that ensured he got loads of attention. In that she reckoned he was rather like his father as well.

She found it hard to credit that she and Roel had almost reached their first unofficial anniversary and she smiled to herself, relishing her own sense of security and contentment. They spent a lot of time at the castello where the slower pace of life was more relaxing. Roel had started travelling less during her pregnancy and he spoilt her like mad.

‘Gorgeous…’ Roel pronounced huskily from several feet away.

Hilary bestowed a proud look upon their sleeping son. ‘I know he’s ours but he really is a good-looking baby, isn’t he?’

Roel closed his arms slowly round his wife and turned her to face him. ‘It wasn’t Pietro I was referring to, amata mia.’

‘No?’ Looking up into his darkly handsome features and the sensual appreciation in his golden eyes, she felt her heartbeat quicken and her mouth ran dry.

‘You looked incredibly beautiful today. I was so proud that you are my wife.’ His dark, deep drawl exuded unashamed satisfaction. ‘Do you realise that this is the equivalent of the wedding night we never had?’

Her knees felt weak and she leant up against him, shamelessly angling for the intoxicating heat of his mouth on hers. With a sexy groan of masculine compliance he kissed her before he carried her down the corridor into their bedroom.

‘Still love me?’ she whispered, breathless with excitement.

His charismatic smile flashed over her with the special warmth that was hers alone. ‘I love you more every day.’

Joy in her heart, she matched those loving words and, lacing her arms round him, she drew him down to her.