Page 46 of Stolen Holidays
“No, Baby Doll, I love my present.” His knuckles turn white as he grips the comforter beneath him. “You look sexy as fuck in that little number. So damn beautiful. Breathtaking.”
“I feel kind of huge,” I admit, toying with the bow.
“Nope. Sexy. Absolutely fuckable. I can’t wait to unwrap you.”
My cheeks heat at the way his eyes eat me up. “Such a charmer. I’m the size of a house, and you know it.”
“Knock it off.” Mason climbs off the bed and stalks towards me. He lays a hand on my stomach. “I understand you’re uncomfortable, but you are gorgeous, even more so with our boy growing in your belly. You’ve created a wonderful home for him inside you. You’re taking such good care of him until he’s ready to join us out here. I’m in awe of your beauty and strength, Em.”
Mason falls to his knees. He cups my stomach and caresses my tight skin. The heat of his palms penetrates something deep inside that can only be described as love and stirs inside my chest. My eyes burn as they fill with tears. I place one hand on his shoulders for balance as I stare down at my handsome, big-hearted husband.
He looks up at me with a worried expression wrinkling the skin between his eyes. “What’s wrong, Em?”
“Nothing.” A tidal wave of emotion clogs my throat. “I just love you so much.”
Mason’s shoulders ease as he grins at me, and the golden flecks in his forest-green eyes flicker with heat. “I love you more. Only you.”
“Thank you.” I run a hand through his thick, wavy hair.
“For?” He arches a brow in confusion.
“Coming back and loving me the way you do.” Mason likes to proclaim I gave him a second chance, but he forgets he gave me a second chance too.
“I’ll never leave you or our son again.” He places a kiss on my stomach before he stands. He grips the doorframe above my head with one hand and wraps his other arm around my waist.
I look up at him. “I know.”
“Good.” His hand slides to my ass, and he gropes it. “Now, I think it’s time for presents. Do you like presents, my sweet wife?”
Burning-hot shivers race down my spine in anticipation. “Depends.”
“On?”
I run a finger down his naked chest. “Who gets to do the unwrapping first?”
“Oh, Baby Doll, you know I always get to do the unwrapping first, and you get to receive all the presents you can take.”
I snort a laugh at his dirty innuendo. “I think I can take it.”
“Hmm, we’ll see.” The hand on my ass moves to the silicone toy still in my hand. “What do we have here?” Mason tugs the vibrator free from my grasp and lifts it into the air. He inspects thepurple, penis-shaped toy with a smirk. “Let me guess, a gift from Christopher?”
My cheeks heat. “Yes.”
Mason chuckles. “Figures he’d replace that last one just to fuck with me.”
“He does love to mess with you.”
The golden striations in Mason’s eyes glow as he cockily retorts, “It’s only fair. He walked in on me fucking his sister.”
I scowl at my smart-ass husband and smack his shoulder. “You’re not supposed to bring that up.” That was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Took a little while for me and Chris to look each other in the eye again.
Mason shrugs and rubs the tip of the dildo over my lips, leaving red stains from my lipstick behind. “Sorry, love. How about I make it up to you?”
“And how, pray tell, do you plan on making it up to me?”
“Like this.” Mason throws the device on the bed and lifts me into his arms, bridal style.
“Hey!” I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “I was going to use that,” I complain.
