Page 58 of Baby Maker

Chapter Twelve

Calliope

"Where are you two lovebirds gallivanting to this weekend?" Bridget inquires, sending me a cheeky grin as she eats her salad.

"Cape Cod. I've never been there, but Keegan says there's so much to do. Besides, taking it easy for a few days is just what the doctor ordered."

"Literally."

I chuckle, glancing at my phone. I have just enough time to gorge on my lunch before hustling back for my next class. "I've got to get a move on. Class starts in twenty minutes."

"Are you sure you're not burning the candle at both ends, Calliope? You've been working like mad."

I wave off her concern. "One of the instructors is on maternity leave, so someone has to take over her classes. Besides, I stayed under a blanket for a year and a half. Now it's time to hustle. I'll drop off Domino at your house on Friday morning."

"Don't have too much fun."

"No can do, my friend. I always have fun with Dr. Russo."

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I rolldown the window in the jeep, inhaling the brisk sea air. It's been a gorgeous ride, and I have all sorts of inspiring scenery to occupy my mind. But there's one view that shines above all the rest—the handsome doctor in the driver's seat.

Keegan catches my ogle, sending me a wink and a devilish grin. "Are you looking forward to our weekend?"

"Are you joking? I don't plan on getting out of bed."

His hand slides up my leg, giving my thigh a squeeze. "I like how you think."

He calls me a goddess in bed, but the truth is that Keegan is ridiculously talented. I swear, he must be double-jointed or something. And the things that man can do with his tongue. It should be illegal, but I'm ever so glad it isn't.

I run my fingers along his scalp, drinking him in. I know I love him more than I dreamt possible, but I haven't found the courage to speak the words.

I suppose some part of me clings to this survivor's guilt, an idea that I don't deserve to be happy. But that feeling lessens each day I spend with Keegan, and for the first time in a long time, I'm loving life again.

He pulls down a small side road, the pavement barely discernible under the sand. "Here we are."

With a squeal of delight, I hop from the Jeep. It's adorable. Small and quaint with a killer view of the ocean and a hot tub just beckoning to be enjoyed. "This is perfect."

"You're perfect." He wraps an arm around my waist, leading me up the steps.

I used to argue with him when he showered me with compliments. But not today. Today, I'll be his perfect goddess—one with a very important request. "How about you pour us some drinks while I slip into something more comfortable?"

With a whoop, he slings me over his shoulder, kicking closed the front door. "Drinks can wait. I have something far more pressing that requires my attention.”

I giggle as he walks to the far end of the house, depositing me on the bed, his large frame moving on top of me. His lips slant over mine, claiming me with a heady and intoxicating kiss.

It's not rushed or possessive, just a dangerously delicious exploration.

I keep my eyes closed after we part, a small smile playing about my lips as Keegan travels down the length of my body, pressing kisses against every inch of my frame. Winding my fingers in his hair, I relish the moment. The feeling. A feeling I never dreamed would come again, but this time, it's even more powerful.

I know I love him. Now, I just need to tell him. The only question is, what will that declaration mean for the two of us? Our future?

"Hey, whatever you're thinking, stop." Keegan shoots me a warning look, his hands skating up my legs to hook my g-string.

Damn this man's intuition. But he's right. I can worry about the future when she arrives. Right now, I'm all about the pleasure—and Keegan gives me that in spades.

Cracking a saucy grin, I grab the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head. "Maybe I was thinking how good your head looks between my legs."

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