Page 41 of His Ruthless Vow

"You're right. Let's stay focused in the here and now. We have a baby coming and I love you more than life itself." When he kisses me again, it's hungrier this time. He pulls my hips downward too, grinding on me to let me know he's interested, and I smile into the kiss.

"You're an animal every time you have a day off, you know that?" I'm teasing, but it's true. This man can never get enough of me.

"Do you blame me? Look how hot you are." His lips claim mine again, nipping at my lower lip and sucking it into his mouth.

When I reclaim my mouth and his lips move along my jawline, scratching that sexy beard along my skin, I arch my head back and expose my neck. "But I'm roughly the size of a barge. I'm not hot."

"I beg to differ," he says, grinding on me again. "See how hard you made me? You're hot."

I laugh against his mouth. “You say that like I haven’t been waddling around this kitchen all morning.”

“You’ve been waddling around this kitchen looking like you belong in my lap,” he says. “That’s a problem I can work with.”

He kisses me again, deeper this time, and his hands slide from my hips to my ass. He squeezes and pulls me tighter against the hard line of him. I loop my arms around his neck and let him have my mouth but things are starting to heat up. I'm achy and I want him to stop teasing me. When I expose the column of my neck again, he sucks hard.

“You’re going to leave a mark,” I tell him.

“Good, then you’ll remember I spent my day off on you.” He nips just under my ear.

“I already know that.” I weave my fingers into his hair. “You get one day off and you act like you’ve been starving.”

“I have been starving.” His palm slides up my side and cups my breast. He rubs across where my nipples are, and I suck in a breath. “These have been driving me crazy.”

“They’re huge," I groan, so tender it hurts.

“They’re perfect.” He kisses me again and keeps touching me, groping me like he can’t decide where to put his hands. One stays on my breast. The other works under the hem of my shirt and spreads over the tight curve of my belly. “Mine—both of you.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” I say against his mouth.

“You love me.”

“I do, but don’t let it go to your head.”

He grins into the next kiss and I reach between us. I find the bulge in his pants and wrap my hand around it. He groans into my mouth and his hips jerk up into my palm.

“That’s not fair,” he says.

“You started it.” I rub him through the fabric, then pop his button and ease the zipper down. When I slip my hand inside and take him skin to skin, he’s already hard, hot against my fingers, and I stroke him from base to tip while he keeps kissing me.

“Fuck.” His forehead drops to mine. “Your hand feels too good.”

“Then you’d better hold still.” I work him for a few seconds, twisting my wrist the way he likes.

“You’re going to finish me if you keep talking like that.”

“I’ll stop if you come.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “So don’t come.”

He laughs, breathless, and his hand covers mine for a second like he needs to control the pace. I don’t let him take over, but I slow down, smearing the wetness at his head down his length, as he curses softly against my cheek.

“I want you on the kitchen chair,” he says. “On your knees on the seat.”

“You could say please before you start barking orders.”

“Please, baby.” He kisses me again, then lifts me off him enough to stand. “Pose for me.” When he starts trying to position me I push his hands away and smirk.

“I’m pregnant, not broken. You don’t have to haul me.”

“I like hauling you.” He steadies me despite my protest and turns me toward the chair. “Kneel on the seat, hands on the back.”