“I needed an angle. I was too shy to just lean over and kiss a girl. You know, like this.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth. His tongue traced the gentle curves there.
Amandine trembled at the touch, desire unfurling inside her like a blooming orchid. She’d missed his touch in the last two months. “This solves nothing,” she murmured.
“Then why not just enjoy it?” he whispered.
Oh, why not, she thought. She tilted her head so their mouths could fit better. Her hands rose and wrapped around his shoulders and drew him closer.
No further permission was needed. His mouth grew hungry over hers, and she responded, wanting to consume him, devour this moment so they could never be apart regardless of what she’d said in Samantha’s office. Her right hand traveled and stopped over his heart. It thudded against her palm.
“Feel how much I want you,” he murmured, his voice rough and uneven. “This isn’t just my cock speaking.”
“I know.”
No matter what, Gavin had never let his most basic urges control him. Heat flooded her. This incredible man—her husband—still wanted her like this after three years of marriage.
He brushed the back of his hand over her breast, and she shuddered at the intensity of need his barest touch aroused in her. He picked her up, crushing her to his bare chest, and carried her into the bedroom. His mouth never left hers; with every step, her breasts moved against him, inflaming her further. She wanted to wave a wand and make her dress disappear so her nipples could rub against his wiry hair. Moist heat pooled between her legs, and she felt bereft without him inside her.
He let her body glide down his at the foot of their bed and she moaned softly at the delicious friction. His erection pushed against her belly. She rose to her toes and pressed her lips against his neck where his pulse throbbed. She smelled the ocean and tasted salt on his hot skin. He unzipped her dress and pushed it down her body, groaning at the sight of her lacy demi-bra and matching thong.
“Christ, those’re hot. Good thing I didn’t see them earlier. I might not have waited until you finished dinner.”
She smiled. “You sure? You were pretty determined that I’d have my double portion. Eating for two and all that.”
His palm rested gently on her still-flat stomach. “I still can’t believe you’re carrying my baby.”
Fresh anxiety gnawed at her. “You want it?” They’d never talked about the child beyond what it meant to their marriage. Their lawyers had treated it as a bargaining tool. Amandine didn’t want that for their baby. It should be born into unconditional love.
Gavin’s head snapped up, his dark eyes boring into hers. “Of course I do.”
* * *
How could Amandine doubt that he wanted their baby? Did she think he only saw it as a way to keep her with him? He didn’t have the words to express what the little life inside her meant to him. It was the most precious thing anyone had ever given him. It was a part of her binding with a part of him that would become something bigger than either. He already loved it so much his heart ached, and what he felt for Amandine made his knees weak.
“Gavin?” she said softly.
Tell her. Tell her how you feel.
His throat froze. Whenever he’d expressed his feelings, one way or another he’d lost the person who’d inspired them. Even the mention of a proposal to Catherine had sent her running to another man. On the other hand, he’d never said a word about his intentions toward Amandine while they’d been dating…and here they were.
Better to keep the words and show her instead.
Thinking that whoever invented front-clasp bras should get a Nobel Prize, he unhooked the garment and pulled it off. Her breasts came free, their peaks rosy and pointed. He’d always thought the bigger the better until he’d seen Amandine’s. She had just enough to drive him insane with want.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers, his touch gentle. Their bodies changing, women grew sensitive during pregnancy. Gavin wanted to learn what his stunning wife liked now and make her feel really, really good.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and her hands wrapped around his upper arms. A delicate shade of rose flushed her beautiful cheeks, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts toward him for more.
Who was he to deny her? He obliged, tugging gently on the nipples and observing her reaction. Her breathing grew ragged, her eyes darker and glazed. “Please,” she gasped. “Suck on them. Now.”
Your wish is my command.
He dipped his head and pulled one pointed peak into his mouth. She moaned loudly, her hold on him tight—almost painful—as her long nails dug into his flesh. He didn’t care. What mattered was that she loved what he was doing to her. He moved both of them onto the bed without losing the nipple.
Her back arched, thrusting her breast into him. Her legs parted in welcome, and he reined himself in. Christ, she was beautiful, her response wild and hot. He fingered the delicate folds surrounding her sex and groaned at the slick heat.
His swollen cock grew impossibly hard. He wanted to prolong this, but it’d been so long since he’d been inside her.
He discarded his shorts and underwear in a hurry and rubbed the head of his cock against her clit.