Arrogant jerk.
I playfully smack his chest before I drop my forehead to his chest. Yeah, those pregnancy hormones I mentioned also turn me into a complete basket case. I don’t do embarrassed, but with flushed cheeks and desire still racing through my veins, I start bawling. Not cute tears and soft sniffles. No, these are body-shaking, breath-gasping, puffy-face, and snotty-nose emotions.
“Hey, what the hell, baby?” His hands cup my cheeks and bring my head up so that my eyes meet his. “Melissa? What’s this all about?”
“I’m . . . so sor—sorry.” I hiccup.
“Why on earth are you apologizing?”
I can tell he’s worried. His eyes are almost panicked from trying to figure out what set his crazy, hormonal wife off this time. He pulls me away just far enough so that he can look down my body and check for some visible reason for me to be losing my mind.
“I wah-wah-was hoping yo-you would take me.”
His thumbs wipe my tears away, the worried look still very much present. “Take you where, Beauty?”
“Tay-tay-take me . . . on the car!” I wail. Oh, God. He’s going to think I’m some sexy-crazed loon.
With wide eyes, I watch the fear bleed from his face and his cocky smile returns. “You need me, Beauty?” That voice. That full-on Beast-mode voice. That is exactly what makes me go from zero to ready to be taken hard.
“Every second . . . of every day.”
His smile grows at my words, and then his lips press roughly against mine and his arms wrap around my body, pulling me as close as he can without pushing too hard against my belly.
Just like always, he knows how to deliver every promise to come in just one kiss. A kiss that is so powerful and all-consuming that I’m climbing right back up that peak and about to tumble over into another orgasm.
“Ew! Daddy! Mommy is touching your butt!”
I groan against Greg’s lips when Cohen’s voice comes from the doorway to the house. I pull my lips away, give Greg a heated look, and then step around my husband to wrap my arms around Cohen.
“Shh, C-Man. He had ants in his pants, and I had to make sure I got them all.”
He giggles, kisses my cheek, and then presses two kisses against my stomach before running back into the house. “Come on, Mommy! We’re having sketty!”
Hours later, I am just coming down from my third orgasm in a row. My body is slick with sweat, and my heart is still racing. My toes may be permanently curled.
“I’m pretty sure I can’t move my legs.”
Greg laughs from where he is lying—or more like collapsed—next to me. “I’m pretty sure I can’t move anything.”
I turn to my side to relieve the pressure my growing belly is putting on my back. I look over at his profile. His are eyes closed, hair wet with perspiration, and his chest is still moving rapidly.
“Thank you,” I whisper so softly I didn’t even think he would be able to hear me.
His eyes open and he turns towards me giving me all of his attention. “For what?”
My cheeks heat briefly before I answer. “For loving me.”
“Hey, that is one thing you never need to thank me for. Beauty, do you even have a clue to how much I love you?” He shifts, moving so that he can pull me against his side. I rest my head against his chest while one of his hands wraps around my shoulders, holding me close and his hand resting against my belly. “Melissa, I tell you daily—many times—how much I love you. Knowing that you’re my wife, that the perfect little boy asleep down the hall is my son because of you, and these little angels are a gift our love made . . . Those are just some of the things you have given me that makes my life worth living.” He pauses, removing his hand from my stomach long enough to lift my chin up so he can look into my eyes. “You never need to thank me for loving you, Melissa. You make it effortless.”
I close my eyes, letting the tears that had been pooling tip over and run down my cheeks.
“God, Baby . . . Don’t cry. There isn’t anything in our lives that warrants those tears. As far as I can tell, we’re about one step from perfect. Once Lillian and Lyndsie get here, there isn’t much of anything that could make our world any better. That is, unless you want to give me more babies.”
I smile at his attempt at bringing the crazy hormones back down. “Do you ever worry? Things have been going so well that I’m almost afraid to believe that it’s finally time for us to have our happily ever after.” He snorts, and I know that he’s thinking about all the books I always have my nose stuck in. “Don’t you make fun of me, Greg Cage.”
His laughter quiets, and he looks down into my eyes. “There isn’t a damn thing in this world that can keep us from our happily ever after,” he vows before kissing me sweetly. “Sleep, Beauty. Tomorrow’s going to be crazy enough, so you need to rest while you can.”
I cuddle as close as I can get, letting the sound of his heartbeats lull me to sleep.
CHAPTER 7
Greg