“If I get in your bed I’m gonna wanna touch ya.”
“I might just want you to touch me.”
His face lit up and he wiggled his eyebrows up and down as he gave me one of his big, crinkly eyed smiles.
“Yeah?”
I threw the sheets back.
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat. Get in here.”
His shoes and suit trousers were off in an instant, and he climbed into bed beside me.
“I wanna feel your skin on mine,” I told him.
He helped me pull off my pyjama bottoms and then slid the straps of my vest down my arms. Instead of pulling it over my head, he pulled it down my body and off, disappearing under the blankets as he did so. When he reappeared, his hair was sticking up in all directions.
“Take off your shirt,” I whispered.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I dunno. Coz we’re doing bad things, and I don’t wanna get caught.” I laughed as I spoke, making him laugh, too.
He pulled his shirt off over his head and then cuddled me against his chest. He had a smattering of fair hair there and my nipples react as they brushed against it. I had been unbelievably horny during my pregnancy, and it had been over a week since he touched me last. Going from two or three times a day to nothing was tantamount to torcher.
I slid my hand inside his boxers and wrapped it around his dick, which was already hard for me.
“Jesus, babe, you squeeze like that for too long I’m gonna make a mess in your hand.” He mumbled around a mouthful of my nipple as he slid his hand down my body and between my legs.
“That’s all right, we’ll just clear it up.”
“Fuck me, you’re wet.”
“Yep, I’m as horny as you are.”
“You were such a good girl when we met.” He spoke and laughed against my throat, which just made my nipples even harder.
“I was, but you corrupted me.”
“I think I like the corrupted version better.”
He pushed two fingers inside me only to pull them out a moment later so he could circle them around my clit.
“You didn’t like me when we first met?”
“Oh, I more than liked you. One look, baby. One look at that arse in that skirt and the way your tits jiggled when you walked had me hooked. Your skin? Your skin is amazing, Sarah, but your face . . . I watched you walk away from that bar and mentally begged you to turn around, and it was as if you heard me. You stopped exactly like someone called your name, and you turned around and looked at me. The moment I saw your face, I was yours. From that moment on, my heart’s only beat for you.”
We both stopped moving and just stared at each other.
“I heard you,” I told him quietly.
“Heard me?”
“In my head. You said that you mentally begged me. Well, something inside me heard you. I felt a pull, and I couldn’t walk away. It was as if I had no choice. I had to turn around.”
He wiped tears from beneath my eyes that I didn’t even know were there and lent his forehead against mine. Our bodies were pressed so tightly together that when the baby kicked, I knew he felt it. He was still smiling as he moved his mouth to mine again before crawling down the bed and kissing my belly. Holding his weight off me with his elbows, he moved back up and pushed my boobs, which were getting to be beyond a manageable size at that stage, together and stared down at them.
He lowered his head and sucked hard on my nipple.
“Is there milk in them yet?”
“Could be.” I combed my fingers through his messy hair and watched him, trying to read his next move as I held back a smile. “You keep sucking on them like that then you’re soon gonna find out.”
He got right back to it, causing a strange tingle in my womb, which led to a practice contraction.
“Shit.” He pulled away and looked up at me. “There is.” Sure enough, I had milk on the tip of the nipple he was just sucking.
“What’s it taste like?” He dove back in for more before looking back up at me to answer. “It’s like watery milk but sweet.”
The baby gave me a swift kick under my ribs and then another to my belly, finally drawing Liam’s attention from his mission. We both saw the baby’s limbs pushing against me and laughed.
“He’s not happy I’m eating his dinner.”
“Well leave her dinner alone and come eat me instead.”
“No. No way. I did not just hear that. Seriously? She’s pregnant and in a bloody hospital bed. Get the fuck off her.” I peered over Liam’s shoulder to where my brother was standing in the doorway, holding a takeaway bag in one hand and shielding his closed eyes with the other.
“Will you shut the door? I’m naked under here.”
“Nope, not making this any better, Sunshine.”
Luke turned around, obviously with his eyes still closed as he walked straight into the doorframe. He mumbled a few garbled swear words before saying, “Get the fuck off my sister, Del. I’ll be back in five minutes and you both better be dressed.”