Page 139 of Embracing the Beat
“I missed you too,” he whispers, eyes shiny with tears. “I love you so much.”
“Prove it,” I challenge, lifting an eyebrow, my panties growing damper at the desire on his face.
“That mouth,” he tells me. “What am I going to do with it?”
“Guess you better find some other way to occupy it.”
He sighs and tries to lift me off his lap. “The doctor told you to take it easy.”
“I am,” I tell him, refusing to budge.
“It means no sex. As much as I want to.” He groans when my tongue dips to his ear.
I lift my head enough to tell him a secret.
“I talked to Cathy about sex.”
“Fuck. You did?” His fingers grip my hips hard enough to make me squirm, and I nip his earlobe in return.
“She said it was fine, so long as we weren’t into acrobatics.”
He chuckles. “Why can I see her using that exact word?”
“She did.” I giggle. “So, what are you waiting for?”
“When did you ask Cathy about sex? I was with you the whole time.”
He’s putting up a valiant effort, but he won’t win this battle.
“When you stepped out to talk to Sawyer.”
He pulls back to meet my eyes, and I watch as they grow darker when the realization hits him.
This time, he closes the distance, plunging his tongue past my lips as he shifts us on the bed. He lies next to me, his hands reacquainting themselves with my body. I sit up, shedding my shirt, and straddle him once more. His knees come up behind me while his hands reach up to cup my breasts, flicking my nipples through the fabric of my bra.
“Yes,” I encourage him to do it again.
“You’re too far away,” he complains and tugs me back down, my breasts crushed against his chest as he drags open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. He squeezes my ass and moves me up and down against his erection, driving my need for him higher.
“We’re wearing too many clothes,” I say with a pout.
“Easily remedied.” He shifts me off him and stands, quickly shedding his shorts and tee, but leaving his boxers to hug every mouth-watering inch of him.
My fingers fly to the button on my shorts, and for a moment, I’m embarrassed because I forgot they’re being held together by an elastic.
“What’s that look?” he asks as he kneels on the bed.
“I forgot.” I point to the buttonhole, a flush warming my cheeks.
His hand brushes against mine. “Let me.”
With a flick of his fingers, the two sides separate, and he lowers me back down to the bed, tugging my shorts down my hips until I lie in only my bra and panties.
“You are absolutely gorgeous.” He meets my eyes before leaning over, his lips pressing against the slight bulge where our baby grows.
My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to me even as tears prick my eyes at the image. I will never forget this moment.
“Touch me,” I beg, lifting my hips.
