Chapter 4 #2
That’s it? “That’s your reaction to us having a baby?”
He was on his feet before I could blink, every line of his body alive with restless energy. He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed my face with both hands. Then he kissed me, not a soft peck but a slow, reverent kiss new lovers shared.
I was breathless by the time he let go.
“I already knew you were pregnant,” he murmured. He pulled back, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re late, and you’re never late.”
I blinked, feeling somewhat mortified.
Perks of being married to a doctor: free professional healthcare services. A disadvantage: zero privacy. Caden didn’t give a shit about HIPAA where I was concerned. “Of course you knew,” I huffed.
He shrugged, mouth twisting into a rueful half-smile. “Come on, baby. Give me a little credit. You haven’t had a drop of alcohol in days.”
“Why didn’t you say anything if you knew? I’ve been freaking out for weeks.” I punched him, gently, on the shoulder. “You’re such an asshole.”
He caught my wrist and held it there, eyes softening. “I’m your asshole.”
For a stretch of time, we stood like that, tangled together, his hand stroking the back of my neck.
“So, you’re happy about this?” I asked a little nervously.
He let out a short, hoarse laugh. “I thought you were trying to leave me. Instead, you’re having my baby,” he said, voice raw with something that sounded frighteningly like relief. He kissed my forehead. “I’m more than a little happy about it.”
I grinned, relieved, as his thumb traced slow circles over my knuckles. There was a lightness to his touch, an ease I hadn’t felt in days.
“Most of all, I’m glad you’re tied to me for the rest of your life.” He pushed me against the desk. When his fingers trailed over the hem of my dress, I grabbed his hand.
“Are you insane?” I hissed. “Not here.”
“I haven’t touched you in days. I’ve been going crazy thinking you wanted out. Don’t tell me not to touch you right now.”
“But this is Zane’s office.”
“So?”
He pulled at my dress, and my gaze darted between him and the door. I didn’t even lock it!
“They’ll know what we’re doing.”
He bent down, lips brushing my ear. “Not if we’re quiet.”
I squealed when he lifted me onto the desk.
I reclined as he advanced, my spine meeting the polished wood, toes barely reaching the edges.
His fingers found the zipper of my white dress, eyes drinking me in with a hunger that made my breath catch.
When he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing tanned skin inch by inch, I could only stare at my Adonis husband.
“Caden,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “This is a bad idea.”
The hallway outside was filled with the noise of family, laughter, children shrieking, and the clatter of dishes. I was cocooned in his arms, listening to both his heartbeat and the mayhem.
The glimpse of his towering frame disappeared as he settled into the office chair and tugged my lace underwear down my legs.
His palms traveled up my thighs, gripping my ass with a possessiveness that sent shivers up my spine.
I arched upward, my hands framing his face to draw his mouth closer to my center, desperate for contact.
But Caden merely exhaled over my sensitive flesh.
When I tried lifting my hips to meet his mouth, his fingers pressed firmly into my sides, pinning me against the table.
“Caden,” I breathed, my thighs trembling. Frustration coursed through me. “Hurry.” I squirmed, aching for the friction I desperately needed. I was soaked, and all he had done was blow on me to ease the ache. The desperate need for him overwhelmed me.
But he denied me, taunting me with just his hot breath. No matter how much I demanded it, he played with me, using my body as he wished, though the raw hunger in his eyes promised it would be so good that I’d forget my own name.
My hands were now tangled in his hair, tugging desperately. He finally placed a soft kiss on my core, and I moaned, hoping the contact would never end. I gasped when his teeth came into play, nipping me between the gentle kisses.
“Tell me you want me,” he murmured against me. It was his favorite game, getting me to admit that I couldn’t live without him.
“I want you.”
I had barely spoken the words when Caden gripped my thighs, and his tongue traced a path from my clit to my opening.
“Oh, fuck.” I exhaled a long breath, relieved by the intense sensation. I ground against his tongue, holding his hair for support. With shaky breaths and trembling legs, my body writhed wildly under his mouth.
“Tell me you can’t live without me.”
“I can’t,” I mumbled incoherently. “I can’t live without you.”
“Tell me you’ll love me more than the baby.”
Breathless, I lifted my head to look at him. “Caden—”
“Say it.” Just like that, he held back his gentle caresses, and I almost screamed from frustration.
“It’s not the same type of love.” My climax was achingly close, and I clawed at his arms to push me over the edge.
“I don’t give a shit. Tell me there’s no one you’ll love more than me, not even our baby.”
Our gazes clashed as he looked up, and I realized there was still a neglected boy inside the scary man, one with missed birthdays and only loneliness to keep him company. That boy needed reassurance that nothing would change between us, and I would still choose him over everyone else.
“I would never love anything more than you. It’s impossible.”
His growl was low but fierce, teeth grazing as he sucked, then pressed his tongue against my clit.
My head hit the desk. “Fuck. Fuck, Caden. That feels so good.”
My desperate moans spurred him on. Two fingers plunged inside me, curling to hit my G-spot as his tongue lapped at me so intensely that it was almost painful. I could barely muffle my scream.
A satisfied look gathered in his face as my gorgeous husband withdrew his fingers and towered over me.
I was still catching my breath when his cock entered me in one swift motion.
My gasp was captured by his kiss, a kiss that carried the lingering evidence of his earlier attention.
He moved with such intensity that new waves of pleasure coursed through me, each thrust more overwhelming than the last.
“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth, his voice rough with desire. “You feel fucking incredible,” he breathed against my ear.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. He pulled me closer, one arm lifting my knee higher, opening me to him completely. The angle sent a new wave of pleasure spiraling through me until I could barely breathe.
My body surrendered to the rhythm he set, my head lolling to the side as his lips found my neck. I felt him everywhere, his heartbeat against mine, his breath on my skin, the exquisite fullness of him inside me. Each movement built the tension higher until neither of us could hold back any longer.
We collapsed against the table, a tangle of limbs and racing hearts.
For several moments, we remained perfectly still. At some point, I heard my aunt announce that dinner was being served. I considered whether we should join the party, but when Caden squeezed me in his arms, I leaned closer, dizzy with the realization that I was exactly where I wanted to be.