Page 29 of Oh My Secret Christmas Baby
"Most definitely. It's why I wanted to make things clear because what we do next I want you doing because you're in thisall the way, because you want to be here." Not because she has nowhere else to go or feels obliged.
"There is nowhere else I'd rather be."
“Good.” I stand with her in my arms, carrying her out of my office and toward the main living room. The one that’s for comfort and not show.
“Wait.” Candy looks toward the stairs, making me chuckle.
“Did you think I was taking you to bed?” I tease.
“Maybe.”
“Trust me, you’ll be in our bed tonight in our bedroom. Even if we’re only cuddling.”
“I’d like that. If you’re a cuddler.”
“No clue if I am, but I’m down with anything that keeps you wrapped around me or vice versa.”
“Mmkay,” she agrees as I set her down on the couch.
“Now I’m going to put on one of those Hallmark movies, feed you, and then we go from there.”
And that’s what we do. For the next two hours, we stay in the living room eating and decorating with Christmas movies playing in the background.
“How are your feet?” I ask her. They are resting on my lap, and I’m gently rubbing them.
“They’re in heaven.” A happy sigh leaves her. “This day has been so special to me. I want you to know that. It means so much.” She sits up, her feet leaving my lap.
I reach for her, pulling her into my lap. “We can have this every day,” I tell her as I lean in to claim her mouth in a kiss. Candy melts right into my hold as I stroke my tongue against hers.
At first, the kisses are slow and sweet, but they quickly change. I slip my hands under her shirt to brush against her smooth skin. Touching her will never get old. I didn’t know a person could be this soft and sweet. Candy starts to rock herhips, and I’m sure she has that same pressing need that I have, but I push mine down. This is about taking care of her.
It takes everything in me to break the kiss. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, and her cheeks are flushed.
“I want to take this upstairs.”
“To your room?” Her tongue comes out, swiping across her bottom lip.
"Yes, I want to continue kissing you in our room." Her eyes widen slightly. "That doesn't mean we have to do anything else. We can take things slow," I reassure her. I don't want her to think this is about sex.
"Maybe I want to do things." The ledge I'm on is too small. I’m trying to be a gentleman and not bulldoze her life the same way as that Maxwell fucker had, but it’s too fucking hard. I’m teetering, and one more taste, touch, or just her mere presence at this point might push me over.
Her words have me surging to my feet; keeping a firm hold on her, I head for the stairs. Giggles spring free from her, the sounds going straight to my dick. The girl can't even laugh without it turning me on.
I don't stop until I’m entering the bedroom and laying her down on the bed. Candy’s hair spreads out against the dark comforter. I come down over her.
“I’m kinda shy. I’ve never done any of this stuff before,” she admits.
“That’s all right, precious girl. Soon you’ll see how much every inch of you turns me on. Your giggles alone make me rock hard.”
“Really?” Candy gives me a shy smile.
“Yeah, really. Only you have ever tempted me in this way.” I kiss her, wanting her to not think about anything else but this moment. “I want to taste more of you. Will you let me?”
“Yes.” She breathes out the one word, and it has me moving down her body. I push her shirt up and off. Seeing her pregnant belly is such a fucking turn-on. Knowing that she’s carrying my babies just adds to it. Candy doesn't have a bra on, letting me see all of her. I cup her breasts in both of my hands.
"They've been a little sensitive."
"This ok?" I ask, skimming my lips over one of the puckered nipples.
