“Yeah, I do,” he admitted. “But we’re gonna be going regularly now just to be safe.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I like that midwife.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You’re still leaning toward the home birth thing? She really made an impression on you, huh?”
“I don’t like hospitals.”
“You don’t like anything you can’t control one-hundred-percent. You know, even with a homebirth, there’ll be things you can’t control, baby.”
“Yeah, I get that, but it’s different. It’ll be in a place I know. A hospital is so impersonal and… scary.”
“What about the pain? If we’re not in a hospital, there won’t be access to an epidural or any kind of relief.”
“I want to have the baby at home,” I snapped, getting agitated that I was having to defend myself over and over.
He held up his hands. “All right. If that’s what you want, we’ll make it happen.”
I drew in a breath. “Thank you.”
He reached out and stroked my cheek. Just that brief touch had my desire flaming, my anger flare evaporating into the ozone.
“Do you realize what a tease you’re being right now?”
“Yeah?” he asked, playfully, rising to my flirtation.
My gaze raked over him and I took my time to savor the sight of him.
God, he had an amazing body and I’d always shown him my utmost appreciation. He was in magnificent shape.
Broad shoulders giving way to a ripped chest, sculpted abs.
I followed the thin trail of chest hair that disappeared beneath the towel hanging low on his hips, a tease of what was hidden beneath. Mmm.
His thick, toned legs took a strong, wide stance as he cleared his throat and rested his hands on his hips, enjoying my eyes on him
I finally dragged my gaze back up to his face to see those sexy, slate-gray eyes of his gazing at me with a mixture of reverence and barely-contained hunger like they always did.
I reached out, grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him closer, crushing my lips to his, taking him in a hard, desperate kiss.
With everything that had been going on it’d been way too long since we’d had our hands on one another.
I was done holding off any longer.
I couldn’t.
I needed him.
Pulling back, panting with my need to have him, I choked out, “No more shop talk, okay? I want us to lose ourselves in each other, to forget everything bearing down on us. Just for a little while.”
That determined, hard edge he always had about him when he was in protective, enforcer mode, softened at my plea. The gentle, attentive man I’d known and loved for so long dropped his guard for a moment to revel in his need for me too.
The next thing I knew, he was climbing onto the bed and ripping the covers off me with one rough tug of strength.
“It’s on,” he growled.
I sank back into the bed as he straddled me.
Reaching out, I ran my fingers over his sexy chest, loving the feel of his muscles inadvertently flexing at my teasing touch.
He leaned into me and grasped the zipper down the side of my pink slip. “Mmm. So fucking sexy.”
I glanced down at his towel, the tent there showing me just how sexy he really found it.
My breath hitched in my throat as he slid the zipper down excruciatingly slowly, his fingers caressing my skin as more and more was exposed the further down he drew it. His touch was reverent and so loving. Since we’d come together with no more hiding, we’d both dropped the closed off way we'd used to fuck, we’d both let emotion into it. It’d made it so much better than just wildly fucking, way more intense and amazingly overwhelming.
A smile ghosted his lips as his hand brushed over my baby bump. Pushing eleven weeks now, it had become near-impossible to hide it. We were going to have to tell everyone, to announce it really soon. His hands gently brushed my breasts, knowing they were really sensitive at the moment. Again, that smile was back. I’d been feeling insecure about the changes to my body, but with the way Cole was with me, he’d made me embrace it, to feel just as sexy and as beautiful as before.
“I love you,” I whispered as he tossed the slip away and rose up over me, his large body covering mine.
“I love you.” His lips brushed lightly over mine, lulling me into a false sense of relaxation because, in the next second, his eyes flashed with that predatory look that sent a thrill through me.
And then he was licking, kissing and biting down the length of my neck, to my shoulders and down to my breasts.
I grabbed the back of his head, my nails digging into his scalp and making him grunt as his mouth continued to tease my body. I was already so turned on, I couldn’t take it.
I grabbed at his towel, gasping desperately, “Now, Cole. I can’t wait. I need you now.”
He chuckled against my breast.
Then he shifted his weight on me and thrust inside me. “Fuck, yeah. You’re dripping, baby. Coating my cock. Goddamn, you feel so fucking good.”
His dirty words spurred me on and I pressed my hands to his chest, easing him back to give me space to rise up on him until we were sitting up together. He grasped my thighs, wrapping them around him.
Clutching his shoulders, I started to ride him, slow and deep.
One of his hands ran up and down my back as the other fisted in my hair forcing my mouth to his.
As soon as our lips touched, that wild passion sparked to life between us. He thrust up to meet my rougher, intense movements until
