“You already said yes to that, too,” I growled, pulling her tight against me, thinking about all the spankings she was earning herself.
“Micah.”
I narrowed my eyes, a clear warning in them that sent a shiver down her spine. “Are you trying to renegotiate, baby?”
She cleared her throat and shook her head, as if to dispel the fog of lust closing in around her. Then, with an exasperated smile, she blurted, “We need to turn one of the bedrooms into a nursery.”
Everything went still. Even my heart stopped for a beat. When it punched back to life, it pounded so hard it felt like it was breaking through my ribs.
“What?” I whispered, my mouth slowly curving into a grin.
She studied me closely, as if she were trying to decide whether my smile was real or for show. “I’m pregnant.”
I let out a bark of laughter, then a roar of joy as I grabbed her waist and lifted her straight off the floor, spinning her in a wide circle.
“You’re pregnant!” I shouted. “You’re having my baby!”
She clutched at my shoulders, her eyes wide and face draining of all color—except green. “Micah! Put me down! I’m gonna be sick!”
Shit!
I set her down fast and waited for direction as she stood still for a minute. Then she sighed and dropped her shoulders in relief. “Okay. I’m good.”
Giving her a wink, I dropped to my knees and pressed both hands to her hips before leaning in close to her stomach. My mouth barely brushed the soft cotton of my shirt she was wearing as I spoke.
“Hey, kid. It’s your dad,” I murmured in a low voice. “Your mom has already made me the happiest man alive, but you make it even more complete.”
Looking up at Rylin’s face with a cheeky smirk, I remembered the sexy-ass dessert she’d made for me and added, “If you could make her crave peanut butter and chocolate every day for the next nine months, I’ll buy you a car.”
The heat in my eyes made it clear that I was thinking about licking it off her gorgeous, pregnant body.
Rylin laughed, but there was an answering burn in her gaze. I stood, scooped her into my arms again, and carried her straight to our bed.
“We need to celebrate,” I rasped.
I’d forgotten to grab the sweet treat she’d made for me, but I was too far gone to stop now. I’d go back for it before round two.
Our clothes came off at record speed. Her shirt went up and over her head, shorts kicked off, bra unhooked, and panties tossed somewhere behind me. The buttons on my shirt weren’t cooperating fast enough, so I impatiently ripped it open and dropped it to the floor before shucking my pants and boxers.Then I laid her on the bed and climbed on, pulling her underneath me.
Her skin was soft and hot, her eyes darker than I’d ever seen them, and those luscious lips were swollen from our kisses. I ran my fingers over her curves, down her belly, to the place where our baby was growing, and my breath got caught in my throat.
“Micah,” she whispered, arching into my hand.
I kissed her as though I’d never have another chance while I slid inside her with one slow, claiming thrust.
She gasped and clawed at my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my waist and tilting her pelvis to take more of me. “That’s it, baby. Take me all the way in. Fuck, I love your tight little pussy.”
I took her slow and deep, savoring every second as the passion built.
When we finally came together, her body trembled under mine, and I gritted her name with my face buried in her neck, holding her tightly as if she might float away.
Eventually, I made good on my promise and licked the chocolate mousse and peanut butter cream off her lips, tits, and belly, and finished it off by eating it from her pussy.
“Damn, baby,” I groaned as I crawled up and flipped her onto her stomach so I could thrust in from behind. “I didn’t think you could get any sweeter.”
This time, it was fast and wild, the animal inside me practically beating his chest smugly as he yelled that he’d bred his mate.
Afterward, we curled up, skin damp, limbs tangled, and her head on my chest. I was half asleep when I murmured, “You know, it’s pretty fucking sexy knowing you’re carrying my kid.”
