“All I could think about was how hard it was going to be. I didn’t even let myself think about a baby. And last night, all I could think about was the baby part. Of course a crazy conversation with Jazz helped too.”
He brushed her hair away from her face. “You called Pix?”
She nodded. “God, you should have heard how excited she was. She scared the crap out of me talking about how big you were and how big the baby might be.”
Deacon’s eyebrows snapped down. “Jesus.” Harper was tiny as hell. “I—”
“Any clue how big you were when you were born? Ballpark figure.”
Deacon scratched his head. “Uh…I think I was nine pounds maybe?”
“Of course you were.”
“But we might have a girl.” In his head all he could see was a girl. “Your hair and smile, my dimples. She’d rule the world.”
She laughed, swiping away tears that were still free-flowing down her cheeks.
“Are you sure?” He hadn’t meant to blurt out the question, but they’d run the gamut of emotions for the last few days. He didn’t want regret. Not when the happy high faded and things got hard. Because it was going to be hard.
“I’m sure about you. I’m sure about us. I’m sure I’m going to be a maniac,” she said with a hiccupping laugh. “I love you, Deacon. Everything about us has been in fast forward and it’s scary as hell, but maybe that’s what makes us work.” She tucked a wavy lock of his hair behind his ear. “If the world let me overthink everything, look at what I’d miss.”
He hauled her into his arms, kissing her until the tears were sealed in with happy laughter. He rolled them back onto the bed that smelled like peaches and cocoa butter. Into the bright sunlight that lit up the white so it was almost blinding. He rolled under her, dragging her up to straddle his chest, her knees jammed under his arms. He lifted her shirt to see the tanned expanse of her flat stomach. She held the shirt up as his fingertips feathered over her sides, while his thumbs stroked the downy smooth skin on either side of her belly button.
So many changes were coming. He’d freely handed this woman his heart. He thought that had been an incredible feat. And now he’d found out he had so much more waiting in reserves. There was an incredible love growing inside him for someone who hadn’t even arrived yet.
Harper covered his hand, dragged his palm up to her breast to cup it. The heat from her nipple instantly pushed any thoughts of babies to the back of his mind. He swiped his thumb over the tight tip, then tugged just the way she liked.
And as he’d discovered, her hyperactive sensitivity brought things to another level. Only this time he knew what to expect and just how to take care of her. She sighed, her head tipped back as he continued the soft caress. He pushed her shirt higher, burrowed under to replace his hand with his mouth. Hot silk skin came alive under his touch. He circled her nipple, but avoided the tight center. He moved from one to the other, taking his time to taste her everywhere except that exquisite tip. She growled out his name as she gripped the headboard with her free hand. “You’re killing me.”
He finally sucked her deep into his mouth, taking as much as he could. He pushed up her shirt from the back until she helped him and flipped it over her head. She inched down his chest, but he wouldn’t let her pull away just yet. The little sounds in her throat were driving him crazy.
He caught her gaze as he let her nipple pop from his mouth. The blue of her eyes were a mere sliver. Her pupils were wide open, drowning in lust. A siren’s call couldn’t have lured him more. But he didn’t want that today. He wanted the playful Harper full of laughter.
He slowed his kisses, cupped her breasts gently as he blew lightly on the tight tips. She closed her eyes, his name a long, slow groan. She rested her forearms next to his head until her breasts pressed into his chest. She sighed as he cupped her hips, his hands sliding lower to her ass.
“I’ll tell you one thing.” She wiggled lower until she straddled his straining cock. “This increased libido thing. Awesome,” she said with a purr.
He ground his molars together. “You’re killing me.”
“I think you can handle it.”
Oh, he’d handle it. Morning, noon, and night if he needed to. When she pushed at her panties, fumbling to get out of them, he lifted his hips to get rid of his shorts. Without warning, she guided him inside her. He slammed his head back against the pillows, watching as she took all of him in one sure stroke. She levered herself up, her hips undulating as she rode him slowly.