Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
He was now.
“So, did you have any other surprises lined up for tonight’s romantic seduction?” he asked as his fingers found that spot that always made my toes curl.
“No,” I panted. “A new bra, food and a puppy. That was my big plan. And look, it worked. Even though it got gross there for a minute.”
He chuckled deep, his fingers disappearing and the head of his cock nudging against my sex as he grabbed one thigh and lifted it over his hip. “Are you saying I’m easy?”
“I’m saying you’re lucky because I am.” I tightened my leg around him. “Are we sure we can do this in here? We haven’t tried the shower before and it’s kind of a tight fit.”
“I’ll add it to our project list,” he growled into my mouth with his first thrust. “This is a tight fit.”
I cried out, trying to adjust to his size and the new position. I dug my fingers into his slick arms and held on for all I was worth as he started pumping into me.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” he muttered, looking down as our bodies slapped together. “Why the hell did I think I could when it gets better every time?”
I was thinking the same thing. Every time he touched me, the idea of leaving him behind drifted a little farther away. The thrill and safety of a fresh start couldn’t hold a candle to the way I felt when I caught him watching me like I was something precious. Like I was someone he needed.
My heart was in danger, but I couldn’t regret taking this step with him. Not when I climaxed at the sound of my hoarsely shouted name echoing off the shower tiles as he came. Not when he was kissing my neck, his hand cupping my breast while he mumbled praise and promises against my skin. And not when he turned the water off and bundled me up in one of my giant fuzzy towels.
“Let’s get you into bed. I’ll let the dogs out while you catch your breath and get ready for round two.”
“Round two?”
“Maybe I’ll bring a plate up. You’ll need your energy. We’ve got a lot to celebrate tonight.”
I had to remember to thank my entourage tomorrow. They gave excellent advice.
26
AUGUST
“Ugh.”
The smell of hot spoiled cabbage reached me at the same time “The Ride of the Valkyries” blared in my ears, dragging me out of unconsciousness. “Whtimizit?”
Nobody answered.
I popped up from my face-down position on the pillow, my hand hitting fur before redirecting to my bedside table to answer the phone.
“Sorry Merlin, but you really need a trip to the dentist because your breath is vile,” I told him.
Then it hit me that it was two in the morning and that was Morgan’s ringtone.
I was awake now.
“What’s wrong?” I asked immediately, my heart in my throat as I had a sudden flashback to the day we got the call about Mom. Morgan and I were together when it happened, and I’d never forget the look on her face as I dropped to my knees in shock. “Are you in the hospital? Is Gene in the hospital?”
“Breathe, August.” Morgan’s voice was still as croaky from sleep as mine was, but I heard the smile in her tone and took a calming breath.
She was okay.
“It looks like the baby has the Hudson stubborn streak. First, she waits until the last day of September instead of her scheduled arrival, and now she can’t hold off until the grownups have had a decent night’s sleep to make her entrance.”
“The baby? The baby is coming? Phoebe’s in labor? With a baby?”
I wasn’t sure how many new ways I was going to say that until it sank in. Thankfully, Morgan stopped me.
“Yes, to all of those questions. I see you still wake up like that. I’m on my way to their house right now. She said you promised to be there, so I thought I’d give you a call to see if you needed a ride.”
Much to her excitement—and Bernie’s dismay—Phoebe had gotten the all clear for a home birth at her last doctor visit and immediately converted their living room to a makeshift water birthing room. That meant we wouldn’t need to drive that far.
“It’s three minutes away,” I said. “I can meet you.”
“You don’t sound awake enough to drive.”
“I’m already out of bed.”
Mostly. I did a hopping, one-legged dance as I tried to untangle my ankle from the sheets and then pawed through the clean clothes pile I’d forgotten to put away, throwing on the first piece of clothing I could find.
That’s when I realized Wade was missing.
Where was he?
My bedroom door flew open before I had something new to panic about. His hair was sticking straight up and his eyes were wild. He looked exactly how I felt.