Taste (Cloverleigh Farms, #7)

by Melanie Harlow

“I can’t explain it, but I just know that somehow, tonight will change my life.

“Sex can ruin a friendship, you know.” “Then it’s a good thing we’re not friends.” I only caught the boyish grin on his face for a second before he was kissing me again. A moment later, he stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. “Wait,” I said, getting to my knees and placing both hands on his chest. “Do you really want this?” “Are you fucking serious?” “Yes.” “I’ve wanted this every single night for six months. Probably farther back than that. You’ve always been the unattainable girl of my dreams, Ellie.”

“Gianni,” I whispered. “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and like you, okay? So maybe you could just be selfish for a minute? Just fuck me like you don’t care? Better yet, fuck me like you hate me.”

But I knew three things. I was going to be a father. I was going to be a good father. I was going to do everything in my power to make things right between Ellie and me. I’d always trusted my gut instincts, which usually told me when it was time to move on to the next place, take the next risk, chase the next thrill. But today when I’d heard that little heartbeat and saw those tiny feet and looked into Ellie’s brown eyes, my gut hadn’t told me to run. It told me to stay.