“You’re just saying that because I’m pregnant.”
“No. I’m just saying that because you left me, and rightfully so.” Ian pressed his forehead to hers. “Don’t leave me again? Please? I need you. So much that I can barely breathe without you around. Please understand this failing of mine. It’s frightening to need someone so much.”
Hazel offered him a watery smile. “I kinda get that, yeah.”
More fat tears ran down her cheeks, and Ian kissed her. Gently at first, but more determinedly as she began kissing him back. His hands moved down her sides, feeling her new curves, and the warmth of her body. He wanted to be near to her, to make up for the hurt he’d caused them both in the past month. He’d missed out on the first part of his children’s lives. He wanted to be there for every moment forward.
Lifting her dress tentatively, Ian looked on in amazement. The tender swell of her belly, the smooth skin, he ran his hand over it, half expecting movement, but it was too early for that. They were in there, though, and Hazel had been caring for them in his absence, clearly. He pressed a kiss to the top of her belly, then snaked his hands around her sides as he moved up to kiss her again.
“Hazel, I knew I wanted you for a long time. I’ll find a way for us to be together, for this to be okay.”
Hazel put her hands over hers and claimed his mouth hungrily. She moved his hands down under the waistband of her leggings, and needing no further encouragement, he pushed them down. Her body was changed, but she was still luscious, riper than ever and Ian wanted nothing more than to take a bite. Instead, he pressed kisses down her belly until he could slip her panties down. Then, he rose and lifted her onto his desk. She pushed back a pile of papers and leaned back on her elbows. He ran his hands down her thighs and groaned at how thick and sexy she was right now.
And it would only continue. Ian’s perpetual desire to spoil her might be sated by the end of this. Regardless, he bowed his head before her and licked up and down her lips, feeling her twitching and writhing. She was more sensitive than ever and, after a moment, he pulled back and began to tease her with his fingers. She jerked and moaned. She was almost too sensitive.
He pulled back and hitched her legs up. No need for condoms now. That boat had long sailed. Instead, now that she was slick from his teasing, Ian gave his cock a few pumps and slid his thick erection into her.
Hazel let out a gasp and moaned his name. He pressed his forehead to her knee and said her name as well, followed by a tender, “I love you.”
And he did. With every tease, every thrust, every moment her body writhed and jiggled in response to his erection moving in and out of her, in and out, he loved her more. This was the woman so complex that he was continuously surprised by her strength and her dreams for a better world. Carefully, he rubbed his fingers over her mound as he thrusted, aware that too much might be painful. He had given her enough pain. Now was only pleasure for them both.
Hazel came, squeezing her legs together and biting back a shriek. Ian gasped as well, as the walls of her tightened around him. It only took a few more thrusts to finish him off, and he jerked forward, holding back his own guttural moan.
He would have to take her back to the penthouse so they could take their time with their reunion . Then, he could make her scream properly. For now, he kissed her lips over and over, petting her hair and feeling ever so grateful she had taken him back so easily. It may have simply just been because she was pregnant and wanted her children’s father to be near, but Ian aimed to make this last. She had him now, and he was going nowhere.
Chapter Twelve
Hazel stood in the middle of the first floor of Ian’s penthouse. She had butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. It was like she was actually standing in the middle of the freeway, and the world around her wouldn’t slow down. She wasn’t sure what to say or do. The words caught in her throat every time she tried to make sense of it. Men walked around her, carrying boxes of her things. She’d agreed that morning to move in with Ian for the duration— when they’d seen the ultrasound.
Ian had wanted her to see his doctor, instead of the one from the student clinic, and she had agreed that it was a good idea, especially when twins were almost certain and she hadn’t secured a permanent doctor yet. It had been a bit romantic, she’d thought, lying back on the table and holding Ian’s hand as the doctor felt over her belly carefully. It felt good to be so close to him after their separation. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other. If she’d had any worries that Ian wouldn’t find her sexy now that she was pregnant, they had flown out the window.