Gunnar grunts but doesn’t speak before he passes through the door. Turning the sign over to closed, I flip the lock and take a step backward. Gunnar continues walking into the bakery before he disappears behind the counter and into the kitchen.
I follow behind him, one step and then another, until I’m in the kitchen with him. His back is to me, and I take a moment to really look at him. He’s wearing his normal jeans and his cut, but that’s not what I'm focused on.
It’s his hair.
It’s grown out to where it was before he shaved it. He’s even let me braid pieces of it so he looks like the Vikings on television. I love it, and I don’t think he could be sexier than he is right now. Though that could be my pregnancy hormones talking.
When he slowly turns around to face me, his blue eyes finding mine, I know it’s not just my hormones.
This man is hot.
Likehothot.
“Gunnar,” I whisper.
He smirks, his eyes sparkling as he watches me. “Mrs. Lund.”
I close the distance between us, well, as much as I can with my belly sticking out as far as it is. I lift my arms and place my palms against his chest as I tilt my head back to look up into his eyes.
He reaches down, his fingers gripping my ass as he lowers his head so that his lips touch mine. “I love it when you call me Mrs. Lund,” I murmur against his mouth.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “I know you do.”
His fingers leave my ass and then shift between us, pulling my dress up before he grabs ahold of my panties and tugs them down. Then I feel his fingers between my legs. They glide through my folds before dipping inside me.
My head falls backward, my hips shift forward, and a whimper escapes my lips. I don’t know how it always feels this good. Every single time he touches me, it feels as amazing as it did the first time, and as exciting, too.
His tongue slips inside my mouth, swirling with my own, tasting me. I moan, and he swallows the sound, then his hand is gone and so is his mouth. Both of which I miss instantly.
“Turn around, Lainey.”
Well then.
That is something I can get behind… or in front of.
Spinning around, I tilt my hips as much as I can, his hand back between my legs, his fingers swirling around my clit. Playing me like only he can. Then I feel the head of his cock against my center. He sinks inside me, his other hand curling around my hip. He doesn’t move once he’s buried deep.
I place my palms against the wall, holding myself up in an attempt to be somewhat stable, although I’m not sure how long my knees are going to hold me here. They’re already threatening to turn into goo and send me down to the floor.
“Please,” I exhale.
His fingers grip me tighter, the pads digging into the flesh. He chuckles, leaning over me, and I feel his heat against my back. Then I feel his lips against my throat, his fingers still moving against my clit.
So damn good.
“Please what?” he demands.
“Please, Gunnar.”
He laughs again, his breath warm, his kiss soft. “Please what, Lainey?”
“Please fuck me. I need to feel you move.”
And he does. It’s not hard and fast, probably because I’m pregnant, but I’m okay with that. I’ll take slow and sexy with a side of sweet. It doesn’t take me long to climb higher and higher, to inch my way toward the edge, ready to fall over at any moment.
My head flies back, resting against his shoulder, as my hips jerk and buck. My eyes slide closed, and then it happens. I come. Gunnar doesn’t stop. He continues to move, his hips giving me the perfect rhythm. He knows what I need, what I like—what I want.
Then he stills deep inside, and I feel him come.