Page 49 of Hot in the City
“Alisha, please. Likewise. To answer your question Sinead, some studies suggest caffeine can be dangerous to a foetus, or in this case two foetuses, because it can restrict blood flow to the uterus and placenta. But other studies have shown a small amount of caffeine makes no difference at all. So, I would recommend you limit yourself to one cup of coffee per day and then switch to decaf. Chocolate should be enjoyed in moderation.”
“Moderation. Got it. Um, Alisha. There’s another reason I called. Actually, Gabriel has a question.”
Gabriel shook his head and stared Sinead down. Okay, he was embarrassed. But he needed to know being pregnant didn’t mean they couldn’t engage in some sexytimes. She pointed at him and nodded, mouthing the words: ask the question.
He sighed and finally got the words out. “I just wanted to check whether it’s okay to engage in...certain activities.” He cleared his throat again. Maybe he was choking on his ego. “Marital relations. When Sinead is pregnant. With twins. I want her to be safe, and I can’t even think about hurting her or the babies.”
Sinead covered her mouth to stop another burst of giggles. Marital relations. Anyone would think he was a Regency era gentleman setting out to woo her over cups of tea in a drawing room, rather than a hot young CEO who picked her up for a one-night stand in a hotel when she was a flight attendant. Or maybe she was the one who had picked him up. Minor details. Anyway, they were a respectable married couple now...happy ever after, et cetera.
Gabriel cleared his throat right as the doctor spoke.
“Ah, this is a common concern. I want to reassure you, Mr Anderson, in most cases there is absolutely no reason to avoid having sex or any sort of close personal contact with a pregnant person. But I would caution you both to use your common sense in matters such as bondage and discipline or use of oils and fragranced products that may irritate the mucous membranes. And of course, in the third trimester, things may become a little awkward to manage. A lot of my patients tell me that doggy style or reverse cowgirl positions do the trick.”
This time, Sinead let out a loud snort, at exactly the same time that Gabriel chuckled and turned red as a beetroot. It was adorable. Sinead gestured for Gabriel to go ahead and speak.
“Thanks, Alisha. That was very informative. Good advice. Ahem. And please, call me Gabriel.”
“Gabriel. Of course. Now, if that will be all, I have to go and check on my own twins. They’re three and half and won’t go to sleep! But I won’t scare you too much with things to come.”
Sinead snuggled into Gabriel’s shoulder. “Thank you, Alisha. We really appreciate it. Goodnight.” She ended the call and chucked her phone down again.
Gabriel’s hand snaked down to rest on her thigh and began creeping steadily northwards. “That was truly evil of you. Trying to embarrass me in front of the baby doctor who I haven’t even met before.” He leaned down and kissed the spot right under her ear that made her shiver.
She stretched out her legs on the bed. “I wasn’t even trying to embarrass you. I wanted you to know it’s okay to touch me.”
“Noted.” His hand slid higher, past the point of no return. Because she would not let him stop. In fact, she arched her back, making her breasts thrust forward in his general direction.
Gabriel's eyes flicked up to meet her gaze, and the heat behind that glance stole her breath. He placed one hand over her swollen breast, cupping her. The sensation was so hot, so sweet, it made her gasp. His other hand met the juncture of thigh and abdomen. It only took one more second for him to realise she wasn’t wearing any underwear under his giant t-shirt.
With an almighty groan, he leaned down and kissed her, along the top of her thigh, then pushed her thighs apart and circled his tongue, just where she wanted him. Sinead shivered, inching her hips up, just a little. Gabriel pulled back, looking up at her with his shirt bunched up around her waist.
"Minx," he whispered, low and deep.
"Husband."
He raised one eyebrow. "Yes. Wife."
His head dropped, and he was back to work. Working her over. His hand snaked up under the shirt until he palmed her bare breast, tweaking her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and ran her hand through his tousled hair.
Sinead squirmed under the dual attack, his tongue between her thighs, fingers massaging, until she couldn't think. She could barely breathe, but she sucked in a lungful of air and gasped, "Wait."
Gabriel stilled, then moved away from her, his hands shaking. "Is everything alright?"
She huffed out a breath but nodded. "I want . . . I need you. Naked. Skin. Come here." She whipped her shirt off over her head in one awkward motion, trapping some long strands of her hair.
Gabriel leaned over her, tearing his own shirt off and throwing it on the floor. Then he smoothed her hair back, kissing her, kissing her, kissing his way down her throat. His hands were on her hip, her breasts, his mouth on one straining nipple. Licking and sucking, he teased her, then groaned louder than ever.
He plumped her swollen flesh with his palm. "Bigger? More rounded? I fucking love this pregnant situation."
Sinead laughed, then swallowed the sound as he moved from one side to the other, between her breasts. "I thought you'd like them. Doc says they might grow a couple more sizes yet."
He groaned again, circling one nipple with his fingertip. "Like them? I'm going to annoy the hell out of you wanting to see them all the time."
"Right, but I need you now. Inside me."
He rolled aside in a blink of an eye. After getting rid of his pants somehow, he was finally, gloriously, naked. He settled between her legs and the hardness of him had her rolling her hips, even before he'd urged her legs wider. His golden skin was hot as the sand on the summer beach, hot enough to scorch. Hot enough to melt. He’d melted her heart, melted her body, time after time.
Gabriel surged into her with a fluid motion, holding himself up on his gorgeous, strong forearms. His lips found the side of her throat, and her heart stopped for a second. Everything low in her body tightened, and the noise they made together was a kind of collective release, a mini explosion before the main event.
