“Thanks.” I throw back the pills and chase them down with a few healthy gulps of water. “You’d think after all this time I’d remember to take them.”
He throws an arm over my shoulder, pulling me to the warmth of his side. “No need to remember when you got me? Mouse.”
I wrap an arm around his firm middle and press my cheek to his chest, inhaling his masculine scent like pine trees after a long rain. It settles within and all around me, and I shove back the upsetting phone call from earlier. Whatever it is, I’ll ignore it until it goes away.
Blake clicks the remote a few times. The only thing illuminating the dark room is the soft blue glow of the TV. Judging by last week’s episode, I expect we’ll start off with blood and bare-chested Vikings from the get-go. Yay me!
A twinge of arousal tingles between my legs. I expected sex to be the last thing on my mind when I was this far along in my pregnancy. I certainly don’t remember being interested when I was pregnant with Axelle. Maybe the difference is Blake; he certainly throws off enough testosterone. I’ve also heard that women my age hit their sexual peak, and then there are all the hormones fighting for dominance and using my body as their battlefield. Funny, now that I think about it, I’m surprised I haven’t chained Blake to the bed and used him as my personal sex slave for the last few months.
The visualization of my thoughts comes rushing in unbidden but oh so welcome: Blake’s massive arms above his head, locked to the headboard as they ripple with tension to touch me, his abs flexing as he pulls at his restraints, and his teeth grinding as I drag my tongue down his neck. My thighs squeeze together, and I imagine the salty taste of his skin against my lips, the evidence of my attention to his body standing proudly and pressing into my hip.
A low moan slides its way up my throat.
“Damn, Mouse . . . they’re not even doing anything but talking war strategy, and you’re getting yourself all worked up.” Blake adjusts his position on the couch, making no attempt to hide the bulge between his legs. “Can’t fucking concentrate when you squirm against me, makin’ that sound.”
I tilt my head back to see the lust I feel reflected in his expression. “Can’t help it. Something’s wrong with me. I just . . . I’m . . .” I can’t say it; it’s too embarrassing.
“Horny.” He lays it out so plainly I almost expect him to follow it up with a “Duh.”
I cringe. That’s such an unattractive word, but I guess it’s the most accurate. “I think so, yeah.”
Without another word, he hits pause, stands, and scoops me from the couch in a cradle hold. Even though I’ve gained thirty-five pounds, he still manages to handle me as if I weigh as much as a feather.
“You sure Axelle’s gone ’til late?” he says with the guttural growl that drips off each word.
Excitement explodes in my belly, and I nod, absolutely frantic to get at him. I lean in and run my nose along his neck, taking what I can of him into my lungs. My tongue darts out to taste the powerful column of his throat. “I’m sure, but even if she comes home, I’ll be extra quiet.” I nip at his earlobe. A low groan vibrates his chest, and by some miracle of the pregnancy gods, I feel it between my legs.
“No way you’ll be able to be quiet with what I’m about to do to your body.” He places me gently on the bed then turns to shut and lock the door. When he whirls around back to me, his eyes have taken on a predatory glare, and his arms and shoulders bunch with feral anticipation. “Doc said no sex for six weeks after the baby comes. I plan on stocking you up with a lot of good orgasms before that.”
He reaches behind his head and in one pull has his tee off and tossed aside. The dim light from the bedside table works to cast his muscles with dramatic shadows that only seem to make him look bigger, more menacing, and so fucking sexy. I suck my lip into my mouth to keep from begging him to hurry. My skin is hot and everything from my waist down throbs. I reach for the waistband of my yoga pants.
“Ah-ah-ah.” He shakes his head slowly and wags one finger at the same pace. “I undress you.”
With a flick of his hand, he pops the button on his jeans, and unzips them just enough to hang low, but not come off. My eyes dart to the deep vee of his muscles that disappears behind the denim, and I lick my lips to kiss him there, down lower. Hell, I’d cover every inch of his golden tan skin with my lips, twice if he’d let me.
One knee on the bed then the other, he moves to me and hooks the bottom of my sweatshirt. “Arms up.”
I comply and close my eyes as he pulls the fabric up over my head so that my hair falls against my over sensitized and bare skin.
“Holy hell, woman.”