Page 99 of Unexpected
I straightened. “Moving on. We have a lot more to see.”
“Yes, we do.” He gave me a wicked grin.
“Come on.” I dragged him down the hall, quickly showing him the other bedrooms and bath.
I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, and he didn’t stop touching me once. When we made it to the master bedroom, I told him about the blackout shades that could be lowered at the push of a button, the safe hidden in a discreet wall panel, and the TV that could be disguised to look like a work of art. He seemed impressed, but I knew we were both distracted. And every time he grazed my arms with his fingers or brushed past me, I thought I might combust.
“Let’s head back to the kitchen,” I said, once I’d finished showing him the master bath.
I tried to pretend he was just another client, even though I knew he wasn’t. And while I hoped I might be able to sell Hunter a home, I honestly couldn’t care less. Having a second chance with Preston was worth more to me than any commission.
“Kitchen is all stainless-steel appliances, gas range—” I glanced over at him, and he was watching me with a dazed expression. “Are you even paying attention?”
“Mm-hmm. I’m thinking about all the ways I can fuck you on the Carrara marble.”
“Preston.” I slapped his bicep, feigning outrage. “And it’s not Carrara, it’s Calacatta.”
“Calacatta, Carrara, still serves the same purpose.” His eyes were hooded when they met mine.
“So, what do you think?” I smiled brightly, holding my arms wide.
He grabbed me by the waist, lifting me up on the Calacatta countertops as if I weighed nothing. “I think the house is beautiful, though you’re even more so. But we have a little problem because I’m still not satisfied.”
“That’s unfortunate,” I said, playing along, unable to resist anymore. I tangled my fingers in his hair. “What can I do to remedy the situation?”
“I have a few ideas.” He pressed his lips along the swell of my cleavage, cupping my breasts from below. “Seriously, did your boobs get bigger? Because they look amazing.”
“Yes.” I laughed, knowing that my bras and dresses were already getting a little tight in the bust. “They are a little bigger. Side effect of pregnancy.”
He smoothed his hand over my breasts, coming down to rest on my stomach.
“Fuck.” He bit his lip, leaning back a little to admire me. “I can’t wait to see your belly swollen with my child.”
A bolt of desire shot straight to my core, and I could picture it. I could envision our future together, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to be with him. I never wanted him to doubt my love; I wanted him to know. I wanted to show him.
I cupped his cheeks, feeling the love, the power, vibrating between us. “I love you.”
His blue eyes sparkled with unspoken promises, with hope. And I knew I was responsible for it. Our baby was responsible for it.
“I love you.” His voice was rough, fractured. “So fucking much.”
He crashed his lips to mine, and the kiss was a celebration. It was all our hopes and dreams, our happiness wrapped up in one. It was a confirmation and a revelation; it was everything. And his hands were everywhere—in my hair, cupping my cheeks, caressing my breasts, gripping my hips.
“Wait,” he panted. I frowned, wondering what was wrong. “This won’t hurt the baby, will it?”
I furrowed my brow. “Sex?” He nodded, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “No. It won’t hurt the baby. You can be as gentle or as rough as you want.”
“Thank fuck.” He gripped my hips, pulling me to him so there was no space between us.
I tugged on the hem of his shirt, and he pulled it over his head in one fluid movement. His body was…unreal. And it was all mine.
“Though I have to warn you,” I said as he pulled down my dress and bra to reveal my breasts. It felt so good to be free from those confines. “My nipples are extra sensitive.”
“Good to know.” He glanced up at me, one eyebrow quirked as he absently traced a circle around my nipple, never quite touching it despite coming close. Already driving me wild. “Anything else you want to tell me?”
“I love you.”
He chuckled, his blue eyes dancing with mirth. “Was that a question?”
