Once Pregnant, Twice Shy (Gage Brothers 3)

Garrett drove them over to his apartment, and their excitement made the air crackle between them.

She loved how he’d chased her, and caught her. The crazy man had tickled her. They’d danced together, laughed, enjoyed each other. Kate had never felt so free or happy. Garrett had never looked so content, his face never faltering from the dazzling white smile that curled her toes and warmed her tummy.

Now he led her down the hall of his apartment, and her body was going crazy from wanting him.

Their footsteps were rushed as she tried unfastening her dress and Garrett tossed his tux jacket on the floor, then left a trail of clothing to his room—bowtie, shoes, socks, vest.

“I can’t wait,” he said as he jerked off his snowy-white shirt.

Kate was breathing in little pants at the sight of him bare-chested. He watched her struggle to unlace her dress from the back for a moment, then said, “Turn around, let me get that.”

His voice was gruff with desire, and her legs trembled as he got her dress undone. He eased the top half of her dress down to her waist, and then she caught her breath when his thumbs caressed her back in slow circles. She shuddered when he set a kiss at the nape of her neck as he started easing the dress off her hips, then splayed his hands over her rib cage and pressed her back against him before turning her around.

She wasn’t wearing a bra and she mewed softly when his hands covered her aching breasts. Then she tilted her face upward as his mouth searched for and found hers.

He teased her with his tongue and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs. His body rocked against her, and Kate couldn’t stand the agony.

“Garrett...”

All her emotions had spun and churned for days and weeks, and now she needed him inside her.

With her dress pooled at her ankles, he caressed his hands along the sides of her stockinged thighs. “Do you want me?” His low, erotically textured voice drove her insane.

“So much,” she gasped, pushing against him so she could feel how much he wanted her, the proof in the erection straining against his dress slacks.

“Do you love me?” He palmed her between her legs, where a pool of heat had already gathered at the apex.

“Like nothing in my life.”

He squeezed her sex in his palm. “I love you, Kate.” He dragged his tongue along her neck and down her shoulders as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of her stockings and tugged off the clinging material. He urged her onto the bench at the end of the bed as he removed them, and she sat and watched his dark head as he bent to tongue a wet path down her bare legs. Tingles of pleasure raced through her body. He tossed the stockings aside, and Kate edged back onto the bed, tossing away some of the decorative pillows as he unfastened his slacks and got naked.

He was beautifully masculine, tanned and hard, and swollen with desire for her.

“The last time I was with you has haunted me,” he whispered as he started lowering his body over hers, his arm muscles flexing. Swallowing with a little sound of need, she spread her thighs to welcome him and he settled between them, his urgency matching hers as their tongues tangled heatedly.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it for a second, either,” she admitted, nipping his mouth, then kissing his jaw, anxious to claim him like he was claiming her.

He teased her breasts with his thumbs, then grazed the straining peaks with his teeth. She moaned, and he lapped her with his tongue to make her delirious.

“You like that, Freckles? You like my mouth all over you?”

“I love everything you do to me.”

He chuckled softly, his breath bathing her nipple tips as he mouthed her breasts, alternating from one to the other. He caressed them until she couldn’t wait and was pumping her body eagerly for his penetration.

He primed her with one finger, then two. “I’ll be careful with you,” he vowed, and kissed her lips. “And you.” He kissed her stomach, and Kate’s heart unwound like a ribbon when she realized he was talking to their unborn child. “Freckles, I wanted this. You. I wanted something of ours.”

“Then make me yours,” she whispered.

He gripped her hips and meshed his mouth to hers as he entered her. She arched up for his thrust, clutching him. “Garrett.”

He grabbed the sides of her thighs and kept them slightly raised as he inched deeper into her body. She tossed her head back with a grimace of pain that became absolute, exquisite pleasure when he was fully inside.

She was so turned on that every time he pulled out, her sex muscles clung to him, preventing him from leaving her. She wanted more of him, all of him, inside her.

She cried out when he started thrusting harder and deeper, and an explosion of colors rushed through her mind, stretching her nerve endings until they snapped and released. He growled and strained above her, and they rode out the pleasure together.

“That was amazing,” she gasped when Garrett rolled over to the side and pulled her up against him. “You’re so amazing.” She hugged him, and he returned her hug, his arms hot and tight around her.