minutes then focuses on me.
“She’s not going to get away with this. I’m not sure how to go forward while she’s still pregnant, but as soon as the baby’s born, I’m taking everything to court.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“She’s not getting away with this,” he repeats, and I think it’s more for him than me.
“What can I do?”
“You’re doing it. Listening to me, holding me, loving me…That’s all I can ask for.”
“It doesn’t seem like enough.”
His eyes rise to mine, and their pain is crippling. When I thought I couldn’t hate her more, she continues to prove me wrong.
“I may have some good news.” I try to sound cheery.
“I need good news.”
“Your mom came to the hospital and had lunch with me today.”
“That’s not unusual.” He chuckles. “Did she want to try and change the menu again for the engagement party?”
“Nope, she brought magazines for us to pick out baby furniture. I thought we could finally discuss the nursery, considering it’s a priority.”
A light flickers in his eyes, and his lips start to twitch. “Nursery furniture?”
I nod.
“Did you find something you like? Something safe?” He leans down on each side of the chair, putting the bottle and the glass on the ground.
I nod again, this time a bit more enthusiastically.
“Get it. I trust you.” The familiar gleam starts to shine in his eyes.
“Don’t you want to see it? Know what it costs?”
“Nope, you have my credit card. Charge it and have it rushed. We’ll set up the room as soon as possible.”
“That was simple,” I mutter, right as he starts to nibble a path along my earlobe and jawline.
“Right now, I want to fuck my gorgeous fiancée.”
“Now? I thought you were upset.”
“I was, and then you swooped in and made everything better, like you always do. So now, I want to show you my appreciation. Right here on this balcony.”
A delicious shiver runs down my spine, and I’m instantly turned on. My body sizzles with excitement. “Right here?”
His hands skim up my sides, taking my top upward with them. “Right here. In the open. I want you to ride my cock until I make you scream. Would you like that?” His voice is husky and laced with raw sex appeal.
“Yes.” The answer comes out in a rasp.
“Slide around, babe.”
I maneuver one leg between us until I’m straddling him in the chair. His hips thrust upward, driving between my legs and showing me how hard he is.
He leans back and whips my shirt over my head, his eyes landing on my favorite black bra and growing wide in appreciation. “Fucking perfect,” is all he says before threading his hands through my hair and bringing my mouth to his.
Our kiss starts slow, him taking his time, kissing along my lips gently and lightly, stroking his tongue against mine. The taste of whiskey coats my mouth, and it’s all I can do not to suck him in deeper for more, turning my insides into mush.
The wind picks up, and goosebumps break out on my chest and back. He notices and cocoons his arms around me, never breaking the kiss. I unbutton his shirt as far as I can and run my hands up and down his chest, feeling each ripple of muscle contracting at my touch. He grows harder between us, and I move one hand to caress him under the material.
There’s a deep rumble in his throat that vibrates on my tongue. It’s foreplay like I’ve never experienced, exploring him in the open, grinding down and gripping him at the same time. My fingers find his belt, and I easily get it unbuckled. His pants are so tight there’s barely room for me to get his button undone and zipper down, but I manage without breaking our connection. I finally free his cock through his boxers, and it bounces in my hand.
My brain screams in victory as I stroke it several times.
“Fuck.” He tears his mouth away from mine and moves it to my shoulder, while flicking my bra clasp open. He pulls the straps down my arms, forcing me to release him, then tosses it somewhere behind him. My already hard nipples grow harder in the night air, and I swallow down a whimper when his teeth skim over one of them.
Lust and need start to sear in my veins, and I don’t want to wait any longer.
“Shaw, please.” I scoot back to stand, but his arms form a vice grip around me.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to stand to take off my