“Good,” she whispered, “because I’m about to kill you some more.” And with a wicked smile, she shimmied out of her pajama pants then undid the first button of her top, then the next and the next and the next, until she was clad in only a silken black negligée. “I’ve decided to love my body for the cow it is”—her smile turned mischievous as she brought his hand to her breast—“but I might need you to remind me of that every once in a while.”
“Once in a while?” he rasped.
“Yes,” she said, arching into his touch. “And also right now.”
Then she kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, love and passion and desire mixing together until he broke apart to pay gentle homage to those glorious breasts, until he’d skimmed his fingers over the soft curve of her belly, the gentle slopes of her thighs.
“Get me naked, baby,” she whispered, squirming against him, against the light strokes of his fingers.
“In a minute.” Another stroke that made her gasp. One more that made her groan. Then he slid the straps from her shoulders, tugged it off her body, and showed her exactly how much he loved her body—stroking her naked skin, kissing his way down her torso, licking her between her thighs. He pulled out every last trick he knew.
“Oh God!” she moaned, gripping his shoulders, tugging him down over her. “Enough, Jor. I want you inside.”
Since that was where he wanted to be too, he made short work of removing his clothes, crawled back onto that big chair, and then slid inside.
“Yes,” she groaned, holding him close. “God, I’ve missed this.”
He was too close to the edge to risk any words. Instead, he concentrated on gaining control and not blowing his load. And then he concentrated on bringing her to that edge with him.
Then beyond it.
Thank fuck, she made it over the precipice.
Because in the next second, he exploded, pleasure flooding him for an eternity, before he collapsed on top of her, barely having the presence of mind to roll to the side so he didn’t crush her, as he caught his breath.
Long minutes later, she stiffened in his arms.
“Sweetheart?” he asked.
“Please, tell me we didn’t just make baby number four,” she said, eyes wide.
Because . . . birth control. Right. They hadn’t worried about that much over the last years of pregnancy.
“Shit,” he whispered.
But then her lips curved, her arms wrapped around him, and her mouth found his, laughing as she broke away and shook her head. “Well, if we hop aboard that train, I’m glad I have you with me.”
“First-class cabin all the way.”
And as they both laughed, Jordan hugged her tight, knowing that truer words had never been spoken.
He was so glad to have her with him.