Page 93 of Hearts on the Table
“You haven’t been wearing underwear tonight?”
“Panty lines, Sam,” I sighed. He groaned again, fingers working where I was already dampening. He sucked at mymouth, thrusting his tongue against mine. He tasted like champagne. “I have something to tell you about that, actually.”
“About your panties? I want to hear it. Tell me while I eat you out.”
I giggled so hard I snorted. Teeth exposed by his grin grazed the inside of my thigh. Oh, God, I needed to be quick about this. I could already feel the heat building between us, threatening to consume me.
“I just feel bad. You’ve done such a good job of keeping up your end of the bargain. Not keeping anything important from me. Me…I can’t say the same.”
I patted his cheek, enjoying the bewildered look that crossed his face.
“You’re keeping something important from me?” he rumbled, my skirt rucked up around his chin. “More important than you going commando all night?”
I couldn’t help the smile that took over my cheeks. “I've been keeping a secret. A kind of life-changing one. But I figured if you did it once, I got one chance, too.”
“Lainey…” He raised up on his hands. I pouted when his weight left me. “What are you talking about?”
“You know, I couldn’t have done this without you. You’ve been such a rock. Your support is one of the only reasons I got that award tonight.”
His fingers stroked over my hairline. “Your gorgeous brain might have had something to do with it.”
I ignored his mutterings, losing myself in the feel of his body above mine. “I thought you might deserve a little something, too; a thank you, so to speak.”
He looked down at me, waiting. The slight line between his brows the only hint of his impatience. My stoic, quiet husband.
“I got my IUD taken out three weeks ago.”
He blinked, looked down at my stomach, then back to my face. “We’ve had sex since three weeks ago.”
“Yeah. Lots of it.” I shimmied my hips.
“I….you…unprotected sex.” He sounded so scandalized, he should have been clutching his pearls. I burst out laughing.
“Yeah, that’s our favorite kind.”
His fingers skimmed down my belly. “Regular reproductive functionality can be restored almost immediately after an IUD removal.” A grin split his face. His fingers caressed, soft and reverent. “Honey, are you pregnant?”
My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. “Maybe. Maybe not, but…I haven’t gotten my period yet. Could be a good sign.”
“Lainey.” He lowered his head to my abdomen, my name sounding practically like a prayer. He grinned up at me, his eyes suspiciously misty. “You might be pregnant.”
“I might be,” I agreed, pulling him back up over me. I wanted to be eye to eye for this. “If I’m not…”
He stroked my hair from my face. “Then you’re not. And we’ll keep trying.”
Our kisses were deep and sweet. The start of a brand new adventure together. His mouth quickly turned probing, burning.
“We should probably keep trying right now,” I whispered. “Just in case.”
“Good idea,” he murmured against my mouth, reaching down to fumble with his zipper. “Smart, brilliant, award-winning,pregnantwife.”
I swore I could feel his dick jump against my thigh at his declaration.
“Possiblypregnant.”
“I’m going to do my best to turn that possibility into a definitely.”
“You think you’re up for it, Dr. Reese?”
