Page 71 of The Press Secretary's Passion
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he grabs my thigh in his hand and wraps my leg around his waist. And then he finally moves. He holds me tight as he draws back and slams into me, making the bed jerk against the wall.
And then he pulls back and drives into me again and again.
“God, yes.”
I rake my nails down his shoulders as he drives into me and wrap my other leg around him and use the leverage to try to draw him deeper inside me. Something about the way I hold onto him, the way I want him, makes him finally snap, and he pounds into me harder and faster with a savageness to him. And it’s that beautiful brutality I need to send me over the edge.
Ryan feels me clench around him in my climax, and he calls out my name as he plants himself deep inside me and comes.
We lay entwined in each other for I don’t know how long as our breaths intermingle, sawing in and out of our lungs. And then finally he pulls his head from where it was pressed against the crook of my neck and looks me in the eye, and what I see there changes everything. Ryan lets all his emotions he keeps so close to the vest play out across his face—hurt, vulnerability, and last… love.
“Don’t try to leave me again,” he says quietly.
“I won’t.”
“Promise me,” he orders softly.
“I promise,” I say instantly, and he relaxes against me.
“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” he says.
“You won’t lose me.”
“You have to know, Jules,” he says tenderly. “I’m in love with you.”
“That’s nice,” I say gently. “Because I realized recently that I’m in love with you.”
It’s then that he smiles full-out. In fact, he’s still smiling when he presses his mouth to mine. He pulls out and heads to the bathroom to clean up before coming to bed. Something he does regularly. But when he steps in the doorway and flips on the light, I watch as he freezes in his tracks. And it’s in that moment I remember all the pregnancy tests.
“Jules?” Ryan calls out.
“Yes, Ryan?”
“You wanna tell me why there’s about seven hundred positive pregnancy tests on the counter in here?” he prompts.
“They’re positive?” I ask.
“Every last one of them.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper, and suddenly he’s there, crawling on the bed and back over me. He frames my face with his hands and gets close.
“Are you having my baby?” His voice is low and rough, brimming with emotion.
“Yeah.”
And then he presses his mouth to mine. I wrap my arms back around him, and Ryan shows me just how happy he is. In fact, he does it rather enthusiastically. And then we fall asleep with smiles on our faces, in each other’s arms, never knowing tomorrow would bring nothing but nightmares.
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Chapter 21
I trusted you
Today, I’m going to have a quiet day. I downloadedWhat to Expect When You’re Expectingonto my e-reader, and I’m going to veg out and relax while Ryan goes to spend the afternoon with his kids. We’ve decided not to tell them about the baby yet, because we’ve only just found out about it ourselves, and I haven’t had a moment to get into see an OBGYN.
I’m actually at the point where I may have to ask Grace to pull some favors for me with hers. But that would also mean telling Grace she’s not the only one knocked up in this neck of the woods. I kind of just want to keep it to ourselves for a little bit longer.
Ryan kisses me goodbye and then heads out to meet up with the kids for lunch. He’s been gone for about an hour when my phone rings.
