“You’re not trying to outcook me, are you?” He narrows his eyes, but there’s a twinkle of amusement in them.
I shake my head, trying to act casual, but my stomach flips at the thought of the real reason behind tonight's dinner.
“Your title as stew king is safe. I just wanted to do something for you. You’ve had a lot on your plate lately.”
“It’s worth it.” He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
He leans in and offers me a soft, lingering kiss that has my pulse quickening.
His eyes sweep over my chest. “You know you could have just met me at the door in that sexy dress.”
“If only I’d known that earlier, then I wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble,” I tease, biting my lower lip.
“What are the odds of you letting me take you straight upstairs?”
“Zero. I’m not letting all of this food go to waste.”
He pulls me tighter against him so that I can feel how much he wants me.
My breath catches, and I squeeze my thighs together as he subtly rubs against me.
“Kieran,” I gasp.
“It would be perfect, refueling after a sex marathon.” He nuzzles my neck.
It really would, but no matter how badly my body aches for him, I need to stick to my plan.
“We should eat first,” I suggest.
“Or I could just eat you.” He nips at my neck with his teeth.
“You are so bad!” I laugh, pushing at his chest.
“And you are so damn sexy.”
It takes all of the willpower I have to step out of Kieran’s arms and finish plating up the meal.
We sit down at the table, surrounded by plates of steaming vegetables and pan-fried salmon.
Kieran keeps glancing between me and the food, raising his eyebrows every time he takes a bite.
“You really did all this?” he asks with his mouth full.
I grin. “Yes, just for you.”
“You’re making me nervous.” He laughs.
I force a smile despite the fluttering panic in my chest. “Don’t worry, I didn’t poison it.”
“I guess only time will tell.” He flashes me a wink.
Dinner passes in a blur of conversation, with Kieran doing most of the talking as I struggle to keep my food down, though I’m not sure if the nausea is from the pregnancy or nerves.
He eats slowly, savoring every bite, which only makes it worse.
I decided to share the news once I serve dessert, but at the rate Kieran is eating, it’s going to be hours until then.
I try to force myself to focus on him and not on the news I’m about to share, but it’s easier said than done.
