Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
He nods. “Makes sense. Have you thought about names?”
“Just based on what I like, I was considering Abigail for a girl, Abby for short, and James for a boy. Of course, you have a say, so we have to agree.”
He remains silent and I assume he’s giving my choices some thought.
“There’s no rush—”
“I like them both,” he tells me.
I’m surprised he agrees so quickly. “You don’t have names you’d want to toss out for consideration?” He’s made it clear he wants a role in the baby’s life, and I’m willing to give him whatever he asks for.
“Nope. You have good taste.”
I smile, happy we’re in agreement. He’s easy to get along with. The past three weeks have given me good insight into Jack Dare. He’s a stand-up guy, a caring brother and son, and he’s shown me nothing that screams of red flags. Oh, hell. Why am I thinking about him in such distant terms when I already know I’ve fallen hard for the man?
Reaching out, I thread my fingers through his and accept the fact that I’m head over heels in love with him. I’m just not free enough to give him the words. I hope our upcoming separation will be temporary, but we haven’t talked about the future. I think we both want our issues behind us first. Either that or we’re just going to co-parent and not be in a relationship. I don’t know what he’s thinking, and I’m too overwhelmed to ask.
His gaze meets mine, a sexy smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. Just emotional, I think to myself. “It’s hot. Can we go inside?” I ask.
“Sure.” He pushes himself to a standing position.
I follow and together we bring the food and drinks into the kitchen. He places the fruit in the Sub-Zero refrigerator, and I set the plastic pool glasses in the sink.
I love his house. It’s very Florida-looking with an adobe clay roof and white stucco on the outside. Located in a gated community, it’s large, with four bedrooms on one level and plenty of space for a family. The neutral design leaves a lot of options for making it homey, which he’s done. I wonder if his mother or sister helped with the décor.
He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his hands cupping my belly as he settles his lips on my cheek. “You smell good. Like coconut.”
More like sweat, I think, but apparently he’s not noticing, just like I don’t with him. I draw in a deep breath, taking in his musky scent. Mmm. Leaning back, I trust him to keep me upright. I love the feel of his strong arms holding me in place.
He kisses my cheek, trailing his lips down past my jaw, then my neck, nuzzling his nose near my collarbone. My skin tingles with every move he makes. The last time we were together in the Bahamas rocked me to the center of my being. There’s sex and there’s making love. And though it was the first time I’d felt the difference, what Jack and I shared wasn’t just physical. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since.
From the soft nips he places on my skin, I have a feeling I’m in for a repeat performance and I can’t say I mind. Turning in his arms, I seal my lips over his, wrapping my arms around his neck as I do. He kisses me back with long, luxurious sweeps of his tongue and he nibbles on my lower lip, causing sensations that I feel deep in my core.
Suddenly, he pulls back, bends at the knee, and picks me up and into his arms. The walk to his bedroom is brief and I spend the time snuggling into his broad chest, grateful we have this one last time together before I return to the real world I left behind.
Once in his bedroom, he lowers me to my feet, turns me around, and pulls on the string of my bikini by my neck, then the one around my back, releasing me from the material. I toss the top onto the floor, sucking in a breath as he wraps his arms around me and cups my breasts in his hands. He holds their weight, then tweaks and pulls on my nipples, the sensation shooting straight to my core.
Thanks to the pregnancy, my breasts are ultrasensitive and I turn in his arms, unable to take the pressure any longer. I wind my arms around his nape and press kisses to his neck and collarbone, then move downward, licking his skin as I lower myself to my knees. Using both hands, I pull his shorts down his legs, then wrap my hands around his thick erection.
He groans and places his palm on the top of my head and I suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip while gliding my hand up and down his shaft. He arches and his cock hits the back of my throat, but I don’t care. I double down on my efforts, moving my hand faster, licking and sucking as I get him closer and closer to coming.