Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 265

Clairessa’s POV

Marriage. He was talking about marriage.

For a second, my brain short-circuited in pure joy. My heart thudded so hard I swore Gabriel could hear it. Was this… a proposal? The thought alone sent a dizzy rush through me, confusion, happiness, and disbelief all crashing together in a wave that left me breathless.

My eyes widened, the air catching in my throat. “Gabriel… I… I don’t know what to say.”

He smirked in that way only he could, shaking his head. “Relax. I’m not proposing tonight. But soon… I will. Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

My lips trembled into a smile, my chest tightening from feeling multiple emotions at once. “I want that too,” I confessed, my voice soft but sure. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

As I spoke, my hand moved almost of its own accord, brushing lightly over my stomach.

The baby growing inside me felt suddenly heavier, not in a bad way, but in the way a gift feels when it is wrapped and hidden, waiting for the right moment to be revealed.

I wanted to tell him. God, I wanted to tell him. But I needed to know his thoughts about children first. I didn’t want this baby to feel like it had been dropped into his life without choice, not when he was already under so much pressure because of Adrian.

I searched his face, my voice low and cautious. “Do you… want children?”

He blinked, startled. Then he chuckled, the corner of his mouth quivering. “That fast? You want to carry my baby already?”

I swatted his shoulder, a small laugh slipping past my nerves. “Answer the question.”

The humor softened from his expression, and he exhaled slowly. “Honestly, I always thought Adrian would be my only child. But someday, when we are both ready, I would want to have a child with you.”

Relief flooded me, just hearing him say he wanted children, even if it was in the future. That was enough for now. But deep down, I knew the truth. Adrian had to know about us before I told Gabriel about the baby. I could not let this child be the reason he chose me. I needed him to choose me because he loved me and could not live without me.

His palm slid to the back of my neck, firm, possessive, drawing me into him until his breath brushed my lips.

“You have no idea how happy you make me,” he rasped before his mouth crashed onto mine.

The kiss was not gentle; it was ravenous. His lips crushed against mine, parting them in a demanding claim as his tongue swept in, stroking against mine in slow, wet drags. The taste of him filled me, rich and intoxicating, until the air between us was gone and all I could breathe was him.

His fingers traced the curve of my neck before hooking the straps of my lingerie and easing them down my shoulders. His mouth followed, each kiss searing heat into my skin.

“You know…” His voice was low, almost wicked, a dangerous smile curving his lips. “Getting you pregnant would be the fun part.”

I bit my lip, meeting his gaze through half-lidded eyes. “Oh, I have no doubt you would make it… very fun.”

He growled softly, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck, his head dipping lower until his lips skimmed the tops of my breasts, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

If only he knew I was already carrying his child.

His hands moved with sinful purpose, skimming down my sides, mapping my waist, tracing the slope of my hips before cupping my ass in both hands and hauling me against him. The thick, hard length straining in his pants pressed into me, heavy and insistent, leaving no question about how badly he wanted me.

With a controlled strength that made my pulse race, he lifted me and settled me on his lap. My legs instantly locked around his waist, trapping him there.

The soft silk of my lingerie bunched up between us as his cock pushed directly against my core, the thin lace of my panties doing nothing to dull the sensation. Every subtle shift made me imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me, stretching me, pounding into me until I was shaking and crying out his name.

“I love having you right here,” he murmured against my ear, voice hot enough to melt me.

His mouth curved in a slow, dark smirk. “My good girl.”

He lowered his head, capturing one nipple between his lips, sucking hard before swirling his tongue around it in tight, maddening circles. Pleasure ripped through me, shooting straight down to the pounding ache between my legs. My hands fisted in his hair, my back arching to give him more.

Somewhere between his kisses, my thoughts tangled in a series of longing and dread.

I wanted to live here, inside this heat, this hunger, for the rest of my life. But under the intoxicating haze, I knew we could not keep loving each other in the dark. He did not deserve the weight of thinking he was betraying his son. And we deserved to love each other without fear.

My breathing came in quick, shallow bursts as I slid my fingers under his jaw, coaxing his face upward.

He let out a low sound of protest, lips clinging to my skin, but finally lifted his head, his eyes heavy-lidded, mouth glistening.

“This better be good…” he groaned, still hovering over me.

I locked my gaze on his, my chest rising against his with each breath. “You are right,” I whispered against his lips. “It is time to tell Adrian.”

Gabriel stilled, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

His hand came to cradle my cheek, thumb sweeping along my skin. “Then we do this together.”

My chest tightened, and I pressed my forehead to his. “Together,” I agreed.