The Boy Toy - Nicola Marsh Page 0,88
than any corny words he could say.
She clung to him, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, taunting, teasing, driving him crazy with want. Lust slammed through him. His hands skimmed her curves, plucking at her dress, craving more.
But they had to talk. He wanted to make sure everything was okay with her and the baby. “I brought you something.”
She pressed her hips against his and winked. “I bet you did.”
He laughed. “Nice to know those pregnancy hormones are still running riot, but I want to give you this.”
He slid the smallish flat box from his back pocket and held it out to her. “I thought this might be a nice way to celebrate our impending p-parenthood.”
Thankfully, she didn’t notice his slipup, with her eyes focused on the blue velvet box balancing on his palm.
“You’re sweet.” She took the box and opened it, her soft sigh and curve of her lips indicating he’d done well. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, slipping the silver charm bracelet out of the box and handing it to him. “Help me put it on?”
As he fiddled with the clasp, she stared at him with so much warmth his chest tightened with emotion. If he could, he’d give this woman the world. She’d breezed into his life and turned it upside down when he least expected it, and while the thought of being a father still scared the crap out of him, he felt like he could do anything with her by his side.
“There.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “The first charm is a pacifier, and I thought I could add a new one for the baby’s milestones, like first tooth, first step, that kind of thing.”
“You’re too much,” she said, tears shimmering in her eyes, before she buried her face against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.
He cradled her close, breathing in the fragrance of her, the faintest scent of cinnamon and cloves she used to make masala chai and a deeper, more alluring scent of her, all her.
He’d never been in love and had feared for a long time he wasn’t capable of it. It wasn’t like he knew much about it, considering his upbringing. But he’d done a lot of thinking while he’d been away and had a sneaking suspicion that with thoughts of Samira consuming his every waking moment, and this feeling of completeness now he had her in his arms again, he was in danger of falling headlong into an emotion he knew little about.
His arms tightened around her, and he rested his cheek on the top of her head. He had no idea how long they stood there, locked in an embrace that helped eradicate every painful moment of being apart, but when his eyes stung, he knew he had to aim for levity before he started sniffling too.
“Will it push you over the edge and really make you bawl if I tell you I’ve been reading a digital book on pregnancy while I’ve been away and can practically deliver our baby myself?”
She chuckled against his chest before easing away and whacking him playfully. “You can tell me all about your newfound knowledge over dinner, but first . . .”
He saw the exact moment the tenderness in her eyes gave way to desire, as if she too needed a distraction before blurting her innermost feelings.
With a coy smile, she grabbed his shoulders and guided him to the nearest chair, pushed him down on it, and clambered on top of him.
When he opened his mouth, she pressed a finger to it, silencing him, before unzipping him and taking his rigid cock in her hand and guiding it toward her.
Only then did he realize: she was going commando.
She slid onto him, lush, wet heat, and he groaned. He’d missed her, missed this, this intimacy that he’d never experienced with anyone but her.
Blood thundered in his ears as she rode him, bracing her hands on his shoulders, clenching his cock with her inner muscles, driving him to the brink all too quickly.
But he didn’t hold back. She didn’t want him to if her muttered urgings were any indication, and when his balls tensed and he surged upward, she thrust down at the same time, her neck arched, her head thrown back in wild abandon, crying out his name.
He came in a blinding rush that made his head ache, but as the pleasure subsided and he held her close, he knew without