She was getting antsy about his arrival, which was already a week overdue. Ciar’s deal with his Japanese client hit some snags, and he’d had to stay several more days to iron everything out.
At least she’d had Imogen, school, and the house project to keep her busy. Otherwise, she might have driven herself insane, wondering what revelations would be spilling from Ciar’s mouth.
He was due back late that night, and though she was ridiculously excited to see him, she couldn’t help but wonder if she could handle whatever news he’d been hiding from her. Handling and accepting were two very different animals.
Though he denied cheating, it was the only thing that made any sense. Why keep Imogen a secret? Clearly, she was conceived before he and Gray got together. Was his secret worse than cheating?
That thought shook her confidence and made her uneasy. Shaking off the unhelpful thoughts, she grinned at Tina. “Auntie Mags and Imogen will be back from visiting Daniel and Jonathan in thirty minutes. That’s just enough time for you and me to make loaded ice cream sundaes for the two of us. What do you say?”
Tina laughed, her eyes twinkling. “I say you’re a woman with grand ideas.”
Gray woke up on the couch where she’d attempted to wait up for Ciar, only to find him naked and stretched out over her on the sofa, pulling her tank below her breasts.
“Ciar,” she moaned as he sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth, “we’re in the living room.”
“In our fucking house, baby. We can do anything we want wherever we want. Stop worrying and let me love your body. If Tina uses the lift, we’ll hear. Now, get naked,” he demanded.
Gray knew she should insist on them speaking first, but he’d been gone so long, and she’d missed him. She definitely missed his touch, so she caved and wiggled out of her clothes.
“But we talk after,” she insisted.
His only response was to hum against the skin between her breasts before kissing and licking his way to the baby bump, lightly running his fingertips over the swell. He whispered sweet words to their son as he feathered kisses.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and Gray would swear she saw love staring back. Was it for her or their son?
As though he read her thoughts, he said, “You are everything to me, Gray.”
Ciar shifted to his knees and gently grasped her knees and spread them wide until she was completely open to him. His tattooed hands dragged down her inner thighs until they framed her sex causing her breath to hiccup with need.
He ran one thumb over her seam and groaned. “So wet for me already, baby.”
When he lifted her ass and replaced his thumb with his mouth, Gray couldn’t stop the drawn-out, “Ahh.”
What started as slow licks and laps of his tongue turned into frenzied sucking, his tongue imitating the sex act with deep penetration until her orgasm screamed through her body.
With little will of her own, her hips bucked repeatedly against his mouth until the strongest of the pulses subsided, and his mouth gentled on her sensitive flesh.
Ciar gave one last gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh and then sat up, clasping her hips and sliding her ass up his thighs until his hardened length rubbed between her legs causing full body shivers.
Gray watched him through slitted eyes, her lids heavy from the sating orgasm. He seemed enthralled with her body, his eyes raking her up and down, lingering first on her breasts, then her belly, and finally fastening to her core.
She fisted his sex and slowly pumped. “This is one of the only places on your body that isn’t tattooed.”
He chuckled and groaned at the same time. “I considered it once when I was a teenager, even though the thought of having to get my dick hard for the tattooer to place the stencil wasn’t appealing.”
“No way. I didn’t know that,” she admitted. “I’m glad it isn’t tattooed, then.”
Ciar was now rocking his hips while encouraging her to tighten her grip. “I’ve been told,” he grunted, “that the lack of color makes it look bigger.”
“Not that I give a shit what past lovers have told you, but I don’t think you need an illusion to appear big.” He grinned like the cat that got the cream.
“You gotta stop that, Gray,” he said while gently grasping her wrist and pulling her hand from him.
Gray frowned at losing her toy, but when he began to circle the thickened head of his sex up and down her seam, spreading their arousal across the apex of her thighs, she forgot about everything except what more pleasure his body was about to give her own.
“Stop teasing me, Ciar.” She was so needy, had she been pre-pregnancy limber, she would have shoved him to his back and taken what she wanted. As it was, baby boy made defying gravity from her back tricky.
“But I like teasing you,” he grinned, his dimples making his already handsome face irresistible.
