Page 34 of A Very Oceanport Christmas
"And you have been busy." He looked around the room. "I didn't know you were going to paint. I could have helped."
"It was supposed to be an early Christmas present of sorts," I explained, resting my hands on Sam's hips as he took in the room. "I figured it would be nicer for the baby if... um..." Why was I suddenly feeling so nervous? Sam wanted to stay with me, right? So it was only natural for me to prepare a space for the baby.
But it felt like maybe I was moving too fast. I didn't think of it that way because I'd wanted this forever and I wanted itnow,but what if Sam couldn't move at the same speed?
"You thought it would be nice to paint the nursery?" Sam supplied helpfully. "I mean, if this room is going to be the nursery?"
"If that's what you want."
"If that's what I want?" Sam shook his head. "I don't... This is your Dad's place and your place and... I can't make demands of you."
My grip on Sam's hips tightened, my eyes locked on his. "I want this to be your place too. That's why I've been doing this."
Sam's mouth formed a perfectly round O.
I kissed him. He slung his arms around my neck and pulled me closer. Heat blossomed between us. I could never get enough of him, of his lips, of his taste.
After only a few seconds, though, Sam broke away, his gaze searching my eyes. "But I... but you..."
"But what?"
He looked around the room again, chewing his lower lip. I wanted to kiss him again but held back until a look of determination settled across his features. "But nothing," he said. "You want to come along to my family's big Christmas dinner next week?"
"Can't think of anything that would make me happier."
"Really?" A teasing note entered Sam's voice. "Nothing?"
"Well, maybe one or two things," I conceded, and then I pressed my lips to his again, my fingers digging into his hips. This time, he didn't push away. After a moment, though, he laid his hand over mine and moved it to his belly.
An odd sort of thrill zinged through me at the intimacy of the touch. He hadn't wanted me to touch his belly before. But now I was allowed?
I tangled my fingers in the hair on the back of Sam's head, somehow trying to get more of him even though we were already pressed together as closely as possible. My love for him was like a physical thing that expanded inside of me and searched for an outlet. Something warm that spread through me and took over me, making me want to touch every inch of Sam's skin and make him mine in every way that I could.
If my brain hadn't been doused in hormones, my thoughts might have shocked me. I'd never known that I could be that possessive, but being this close to Sam, my hand on his pregnant belly, did something that scrambled my brain and unlocked a part of it that had been hidden away. Always there, but dormant up until now.
Sam slid one of his hands around to my back, groping my ass, and I very nearly growled. But I still had alittlebit of self-restraint left.
That was, until something poked my palm.
Was that...?
Had the baby just kicked me?
I broke the kiss, staring at Sam. He laughed. "It's amazing when he does that, isn't it? I wanted to share it with you."
My mouth ran dry as my emotions overwhelmed me. God, I'd wanted so much for Sam to share this with me. It meant that he could trust me. More than that, it meant that he was actually considering me as part of his new family. That we were really going to do this together. That he would allow me to be there for him.
"That's the best pre-Christmas present anyone's ever given me," I managed to say, and then I drew Sam into another kiss, because I needed to have him. He moaned against my lips. I let my hand wander lower, away from his belly and to the bulge forming in his crotch.
"Bedroom," he muttered.
That was an idea I could get behind.
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As much asI wanted to tear Sam's clothes off and devour him, I had to be careful and take my time. He was still pregnant, and besides, he deserved my love and care. As slowly as I could manage, I helped him undress.
"Dad actually took me to a store with paternity clothes today," he told me as I pulled his boxers down. Being faced with the sight of his dick poking out of the dark nest of his pubic hair, it was kind of hard to focus on what he was saying.
