Page 53 of Baby I'm Yours (Angel Sands 5)

“You’ve got me.” He pulled her panties off, smoothing his hands over her bump, his eyes soft as he watched the rise and fall of her chest. She watched as he removed his shorts, dropping them on the floor. Then he was pressed against her again, hot and hard. “Should I get something?” he asked her.

“I’m clean,” she told him. “And I’m pregnant, so I don’t think you have to worry there.”

His eyes crinkled. “I get tested every month for work.” A half-smile pulled at his lips. “And there hasn’t been anyone but you for a long time.”

He hooked his hands around her thighs, pulling her forward until she was perched on the edge of the table. His hips aligned perfectly with hers, the thickness of him pressing against her before he slowly slid himself inside.

Her breath caught in her throat. She hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her once more as he filled her. As he created a rhythm between them that neither of them wanted to stop, her thighs quivered, the pleasure already building.

The first time they were together it had been sex. Pure, simple, and mind-blowing. The second time? He’d scratched a need she couldn’t control any more.

But this time was different; it was more. It wasn’t just about their bodies, or their hormones, or the need that filled her every time she looked at him. It was about the way he made her feel when he smiled at her. The way he touched her like she was something precious. The way his eyes never left hers until they were both gasping for breath.

It was more, because he was more. And now that she had him, she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to let him go.

17

“She didn’t believe a word I just told her,” Harper said as she walked into his living room from the deck. Her phone was still in her hand although she’d ended her call.

James grinned as she sat on the sofa next to him and picked up the plate of Chinese takeout he’d ordered for her. She was wearing the Henley sweater he’d shucked off earlier, the hem skimming the middle of her thighs. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, the pink tips a contrast to the darkness of the top.

“What did you tell her?”

“That I was tired and spending the night in your spare room.” Harper shook her head. “She said, ‘if you’re sleeping in his spare room then I’m the Queen of England.’ Then she asked me if we’d done it only one time or two.”

“Did you tell her it was three?”

“No.” Harper grinned. “I figure that’s our secret. And anyway, we may be able to get through a few more before the night is out. You’re insatiable, Doctor Tanner.”

“You were the one doing the begging.” He winked.

“Yeah, well that’s because you’re a tease. I’m pregnant. If I want something, I want it now.” She reached out to trace his bicep. He’d put his jeans back on, but with Harper stealing his shirt that was all he was wearing. “And I want you pretty much all the time.”

“Is that right?” His voice was husky. God, she did things to him he didn’t know were possible. “You should eat your dinner first,” he told her, ignoring the heat rushing through his legs. “You’re eating for two after all.”

She grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the coffee table and scooped some rice and chicken between them, expertly lifting them to her lips. She swallowed it down, her eyes closing with pleasure, and he tried to ignore the desire building inside of him.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked after she’d swallowed her mouthful.

“In a minute. Right now I’m enjoying watching you.” It was strange how easy it was to be with her. He loved the way she had a huge appetite for all things in life – including food and sex. She was like a whirlwind, transforming his life from sepia to glorious Technicolor.

“Come on. Eat something,” she told him. “I’m starting to feel subconscious.”

He grinned and picked up his plate. “You shouldn’t. You’re beautiful.”

Her eyes softened. “And you’re a sweet talker. You don’t need to go all Mr. Seductive on me, you know? You’ve already got me exactly where you want me.”

“Where’s that?”

“Under you. Over you. Everywhere in between.” Her eyes were hooded as she looked at him, and he felt his body responding to her. She was like a drug he never wanted to wean himself off of. His need for her kept on growing.

“Have you eaten enough?” he asked her.

; She put her plate on the table. “What do you have in mind?”

“I thought I’d show you the spare room. Where you’ll be sleeping.” He grinned.