“Isabel, if we do this?—”
“I know.”
“Once we cross the line, we can’t go back.”
“I know.”
“And you still?—”
“Kick.” I reached up and grabbed his shirt. “Stop talking.”
10
KICK
We kissed. It didn’t matter who started it. What mattered was her mouth on mine, hot and hungry, and my hands in her hair, her body arching into me as I pressed her into the sofa cushions.
This wasn’t like our night in October. That had been frantic and desperate—two people who’d wanted each other for too long finally breaking. Now, I wanted to take my time. To memorize every sound she made, everything I did that made her breath catch.
“Bedroom,” she gasped.
“Are you sure about this, Isabel?”
“I’ve been sure since you came out wearing that towel.”
I laughed against her neck. “That was this morning.”
“It’s been a very long day.”
I scooped her up and carried her into the room we’d been sharing since I arrived, and laid her down on the bed like she was something precious. Because she was.
She looked up at me, uncertain in a way I’d never seen her. The Ice Princess of Paso Robles, the woman who’d attempted to outbid everyone at charity auctions for years without flinching—she was nervous. With me.
“Stop staring,” she said. “It’s unnerving.”
“I can’t help it.” I stretched out beside her and propped myself up on one elbow. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“You’re beautiful and pregnant.” My hand came to rest on her stomach, gentle over the small swell there. “This doesn’t change that. If anything…”
“If anything, what?”
“You’re carrying my baby.” The words came out rough. I hadn’t expected how much that would affect me—seeing her body change, knowing our child was growing inside her. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
“Show me, Kick. Please.”
I took my time, pressing kisses on each inch of skin I uncovered—her collarbone, the curve of her breast, her stomach. I lingered there, lips soft against her skin.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Telling her to cover her ears.”
She laughed, but when I moved lower, she stopped.
I knew her curves from our one night together, but it had been rushed, both of us too desperate to slow down. Now, I could find what made her back arch, what made her say my name like she couldn’t get enough.
When I settled between her legs, she came apart. When I added my fingers, she begged for more.
