My fingers curl around his collar. “What are we doing, Heath?”
“Not sure about you, but I’m waiting for my wife to kiss me.”
I press my thighs together, heat pooling low in my belly.
God, why does him claiming me as his wife make me so hot and bothered?
He said he wouldn’t fuck me until I was ready to admit my feelings, but he never did say anything about kissing. I might still be on the fence about what comes next, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun in the meantime.
What could a little kiss hurt anyway? Just to see if it’s really good as I remember—or if him being off-limits has clouded my memory of our night together. Sure, it could complicate things further, but I’m perfectly capable of keeping my emotions separate from my impulses… at least I hope so.
Either way, I’m about to find out.
I plant a tentative kiss on the corner of his mouth, butterflies erupting in my stomach. Heath’s hand moves to my waist, holding me firmly against him as I kiss the same spot again. This time I linger, and he stays perfectly still, as if he’s scared he’ll spook me if he moves.
I catch his bottom lip between mine and give him a teasing nip. He groans softly, and that’s all the invitation he needs. His mouth crashes down on mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. I thread my fingers into his hair, drawing him closer as he takes control, kissing me harder—deep and consuming.
“I feel like I’ve waited an eternity for these lips,” he says, his voice husky.
“Now who’s being the dramatic one?” I answer with a mischievous smile.
His chest rises and falls as his deep brown eyes meet mine. His hair falls in tousled waves across his forehead, and all I want to do is lose myself in him again—consequences be damned.
Heath pulls back slightly and lifts my hand to his mouth, pressing a tender kiss against my palm.
“Thank you,” he whispers, his gaze shifting to the sonogram of our baby that I’m still clutching tightly.
It’s at this point I have to admit everything has changed, and there’s no going back to the way things were before.
Sonograms And Vibrators
Iwant to fuck my baby daddy.
Okay, there. I said it.
I’d hoped I could chalk that kiss up to a one-time thing, but hours later, it’s still all I can think about. Well, that and the doctor confirming that our baby is healthy and growing perfectly. There’s nothing better than knowing our little peanut is safe and already so deeply loved.
I kept the shop closed today, but Heath had to go to the ranch after our appointment. I was hoping the time alone would help me clear my head, but I was wrong.
He’s a walking thirst trap, especially when he’s wearing gray sweatpants and his glasses. And I have no idea how I’m supposed to go home tonight and not climb him like a tree. WhatI need is a date with Betty, my trusty vibrator, to take the edge off these fantasies of Heath’s calloused hands and his deep voice growling every dirty thing he wants to do to me in my ear.
To distract myself, I drove out to Meadowbrook. I wanted to give Grams and Florence physical copies of the sonogram images—my small attempt at making up for not telling them about the baby sooner.
Before I go inside, I snap a photo of one and send it to the girls.
Backroads & Bad Decisions Group Chat
Charlie sent a photo
Wren: Oh my goodness. It’s adorable! *face holding back tears emoji
Birdie: Since they were conceived at my wedding, that means I get to pick the middle name, right?
Briar: Nope. That honor should go to their favorite aunt.
Birdie: Tough chance of winning that title when I’m the supplier of cute baby animals. *kiss face emoji
Wren: Are you finding out if it’s a boy or girl?
