His hand came up, stroked my cheek. “I know everything about you. At least everything important. I know every inch of your body. I’ve seen every inch. Tasted it.”
“Nyko,” I scolded, flushing, knowing Sarah and Dax could hear every word.
“Last night, you didn’t eat much dinner. Then, when I took you, your breasts were extra sensitive. Tender even.”
The baby hiccupped and I turned my head, saw the other couple smiling at me, then glancing at each other, then the baby. “Do we have to talk about this in front of them?”
“I didn’t want to let them in the door,” Nyko countered.
Dax stood, held out his hand to his mate and pulled her into his arms. The baby seemed so small up on his shoulder. “We will let you celebrate. Alone. Perhaps you would like to come over tomorrow. For dinner at six. No more unplanned visits.”
Nyko stood, shook his fellow Warlord’s hand. “Not tomorrow. Next week.”
“Nyko!” I protested, but Sarah just laughed as her mate held out his hand to her.
“We will see ourselves out.”
Nyko didn’t let me play hostess, instead held my hand and kept me in front of him instead of following our guests to the front door.
“They understand,” he said.
“Well, I don’t. I wanted it to be a surprise,” I mumbled. “It was for me.”
Nyko scooped me up into his arms like a bride on her wedding night.
“It was for me as well when you were straddling my lap, my cock deep inside you and I saw the differences, knew the truth.”
“Is that why you were insatiable last night?” I asked as he carried me upstairs.
He set me on the bed, quickly divested me of the dress. I had worn it less than an hour. But when he, too, stripped, I didn’t mind so much.
“I can’t get enough of you, mate.” He settled down beside me, put his large hand on my still-flat belly. “I never will.”
I saw the love in his eyes and knew his words to be true.
“I can’t get enough of you either.” Hooking my hand around the back of his neck, I tugged him down so his lips hovered just over mine. “I never will.”