“Just like that?” I asked, repeating the words he’d said to me in that restaurant the night everything changed.
> From his answering smile, I knew that he remembered them, too. “Just like that.”
I leaned down, my lips brushing his. “Kiss me like you mean it then.”
And oh god, did he. Brett kissed like an angel, with his whole body, like he was pouring every emotion of this confusing, terrible, amazingly beautiful day into me. His lips were soft and firm and demanding. His hands tunneled into my hair and gripped it firmly, holding me to him as he feasted on my mouth. His tongue dipped into my mouth possessively, stroking me and licking me as he brought our mouths together over and over again.
Then he abruptly broke the kiss, still keeping me close, but looking up at me with troubled eyes. “Are you sure this is okay?”
In my love and lust filled mind, the question didn’t make sense. “Is what okay?”
“Can we fu—make love without hurting the baby?”
I almost laughed, but the seriousness and desperate worry in his eyes that I was going to say no stopped me. My heart squeezed and swelled that he’d broken off that intense kiss because he was worried about a baby he’d only known about for an hour. Two tops. He was going to be a terrific dad.
Cupping his beautiful, concerned face in my hands, I smiled down at him. “I’m sure. The baby’s protected. You’re already a great daddy for asking, though.”
A dark look crossed his features, but he shook it off almost before it started and stared up at me in wonder. “Daddy. Fuck, that’s going to take some getting used to.”
“Tell me about it, but let’s not worry about it now.” We were going to talk about that look sometime very soon, though. “The only thing you should be worried about right now is how you’re going to keep up with my pregnancy horniness.”
“That’s a thing?” he asked, perking up.
I laughed at the hope in his expression, dropping a kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s definitely a thing.”
“I can get behind that,” he said, flashing me a sexy smile. “I’m sure I’m up for the task.”
Before I knew what was happening, he was rolling us over, and my back hit the mattress, sinking in deeper beneath his weight. His mouth closed over mine, and his hands skimmed my sides and my breasts. Squeezing and exploring, even though he knew every plane of my body by now. My hands snuck under the hem of his shirt.
Somewhere between the crying, the making out, and everything else, it had come untucked from his dress slacks. He’d clearly been working, even if it was Saturday.
Brett’s skin was smooth and warm under my palms, his muscles rippling deliciously as he moved. He rocked his hips against mine, and I whimpered. He was so hard, pressed exactly where I needed him to be, just without all these silly clothes in the way. I decided to do something to remedy the situation immediately.
I wanted to feel him against me too badly to struggle with his buttons, so I simply tugged the shirt off over his head. He raised his arms and almost didn’t even have to break the kiss before his shirt was off and his perfect body covered mine again.
His hands were moving just as urgently as mine, making quick work of my tank top and rolling the lazy day sweats I’d been wearing off, along with my panties. My fingers struggled with his slacks for a second, then his were there to help and he was kicking them off, all the while kissing every worry I’d ever had from my mind.
We were naked the next minute. The ache building between my legs was almost as intense as it had been the first time I’d been with him. My need for him only grew as the days and weeks went by. My sex swelled, and the space between my legs was slick. My clit throbbed, and I arched my hips against Brett’s for some relief.
He was hard as steel, hissing when he came into contact with my wet core. His erection slid between my folds, making me desperate for it. For him.
“Brett,” I moaned. “Please.”
His lids were at heavy and his pupils dilated. It was still insanely sexy to see him like that. I wanted him so badly that I nearly couldn’t breathe, and I knew he wanted me just as badly. He paused for a second, his body stilling before he smiled like a madman. “Guess I don’t need to get condom, huh?”
“Guess not.”
My hips strained upward, trying to coax him into sliding into me, but he fixed me with an intent look and didn’t move. “I’m clean. I got tested again the other day after we had that talk. Just in case.”
“Well if you’re clean, I’m clean, too,” I told him, though it was probably redundant since he was very well aware of the fact that he was the only man I’d ever been with.
Brett grinned, as if he liked the reminder anyway. “Yeah, you are. Are you okay with this then?”
“Going bare?”
He nodded.
“I think we’re well past that, but yes. If you need me to say it, then yes. I’m absolutely okay with this.”