"Yeah, well, I didn't want it to be just me that was suffering. You were at Dr. Blake's this morning, too. No more sex, remember?" Apparently semen could induce labor. And her doctor wanted her to make it full term.
A devious grin slid over Reece's mouth. "I was there. And I talked with Dr. B while you were getting dressed."
"And?"
"And I'm taking you inside."
She frowned, confused. But she also wanted out of the car. So she let him come around to get the door, and then they headed into the house.
For years, Reece had been living in the apartment above the garage, and she'd moved in when they got together. Small but cozy, the place was perfect for two. It would be a little bit crowded with an infant, but they'd make do, and Jenna did love the place. Reece had refurbished it, and the interior gleamed.
Not that they were staying in the apartment now. For the last month, Reece and Jenna had been living inside Charlie and Enid Walker's house, simply because the stairs to the apartment were steep, and she was getting winded and light-headed every time she climbed them. Fortunately, Charlie and his girlfriend, Enid, had gone to Vegas to tie the knot, then they were driving to California to go to Disneyland, Monterrey, and San Francisco.
They promised they'd be back by the time the baby was born, but until then, Jenna and Reece had the house to themselves. They'd entered through the kitchen, and now they moved to the guest bedroom--a room that used to be Reece's when he was a teen, and where Jenna and Brent had spent many hours hanging out with Reece, listening to music, and talking their way through all the world's problems.
At the moment, Jenna's only problem was the fact that Reece wasn't touching her--and the fact that doctor's orders meant that he couldn't touch her the way she wanted. "You're mean for teasing me, you know," she said. "Somehow, I'm going to extract my revenge."
"Hold that thought," he said, then he stepped closer to her and with slow, deliberate movements, he pushed her coat off her shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. She hadn't buttoned it--for January, it wasn't that cold, and lately she was running so hot that the winter air felt good against her skin.
She was hot now, too, but in a different sort of way. Hot and itchy and so keenly needy that she actually had to fight to keep from whimpering. "Reece," she whispered. "Please. We can't."
"Oh, but we can." His fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt as his lips teased at the corner of her mouth, then traced gently along the curve of her jaw before easing down to her neck. Shivers ran through her, following a path of tiny electric threads that connected all of her erogenous zones. Except, dammit, he'd turned her entire body into an erogenous zone, and every touch, every kiss, every caress was making her more and more wet, more and more hungry for him to take her. To fill her.
Now she really did whimper, and she felt his answering smile as his lips brushed the curve of her breast.
"Ree--"
"Hush," he ordered. "No more words. Just close your eyes and let me handle this."
She wanted to protest even as she wanted to submit--and it was submission that won out. She wanted this. Hell, she needed it. To feel his hands on her, his lips against her skin. And when he pushed back the halves of her shirt to bare her to her bra, she moaned from nothing more than the pleasure of the cool air against her overheated skin.
"I love your breasts like this," he said.
"Huge, you mean?"
"Ripe." He met her eyes. "Not that I didn't love the smaller version. Normally, your tits fit perfectly into my hands. But to see you like this, and to know it's because you're going to have our baby. Jenna, I--"
"Kiss me," she demanded, her body--no, her soul--craving him. He didn't disappoint, and he pressed hard against her, her belly making the kiss a little more complicated, but no less heated. And as
his tongue teased and danced with hers, his nimble fingers went to the very stretchy waistband of her boring-but-comfortable maternity pants.
He slid them down, taking her panties along with them. He broke the kiss so that he could ease down as he undressed her, holding her steady as she slipped out of her shoes and pants.
He stayed there for a moment, kneeling on the floor, his face tilted back to look up at her. The large belly, her heavy breasts still in the less-than-sexy bra. And there was such awe and hunger in his expression that she felt like the most desirable woman on the planet.
"Reece, please. You're making me crazy, but we can't--"
"Take off the bra and get on the bed," he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.
She did as he told her, trembling when he stretched out beside her, his hands caressing her bare skin, making rocket flares of awareness shoot through her. He was torturing her, no doubt about that, but it was such sweet torture, and right then, she never wanted it to end.
Gently, his hands brushed over her breasts, his fingers teasing her oh-so- sensitive nipples. She gasped a little, arching up as if to escape the overload of sensations the simple touch launched inside her. "Reece," she murmured, but that was the entire thought. He'd filled her head. He was all she felt. It was just her and him and the wonderful things he was doing to her.
After a moment, he shifted. His mouth replaced his hands, his tongue teasing her sensitive nipple as his fingers moved lower, tracing random patterns on her belly. Then lower still, easing around the mound of her belly to settle between her legs. Just the slightest flicker of a finger over her clit, but it was enough to send strands of pure electricity racing between his finger and his mouth, the heat of his touch connecting her from sex to breast, and then branching out to fill her.
"Please," she said, overwhelmed by the sensations. But that was all she could manage. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, and the resulting awareness in her built between her legs, taking her so close to the edge.
She'd never been a woman who could reach orgasm from a man playing with her breasts, but pregnancy had definitely taken her closer to that state, because she was close now, and it was everything she could do not to beg Reece to fuck her, no matter how much she wanted it.