Until I Make You Mine

“You girls don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?” I instantly felt myself get hot as I looked up at Kace, my heart racing and my belly tightening. It didn’t matter that we were in a room full of people; my body’s reaction was unavoidable and instant. He slipped his hand in mine and smiled at November and Tia, and then led me away.

There were a few moments of small talk as we made our way out of the room, and once we were out of the main hall, he pressed me gently against the wall and buried his face at the crook of my neck. I heard him inhale, felt him run the tip of his nose up the length of my throat.

I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the wall, moaning softly and gripping on to him. It was so good to be pressed up against him, his body so much bigger than mine.

“I can’t wait to tell them,” he said and slipped his hand between our bodies to rest on my belly.

I was only five weeks pregnant, and although we had every intention of telling our families about the baby on the way, right now we wanted to bask in the fact we were going to be parents.

“I can’t wait either,” I whispered. He leaned back and kissed me, his lips warm and soft, his body hard and pressed against mine.

“I love you,” he muttered against my lips and I smiled.

“I love you, too.”

“The soon-to-be Mrs. Blackwell.”

The sound of him saying that had butterflies moving in my belly.

“Sounds pretty fucking incredible to me. Finally, you’ll be mine in all ways.”

Yes, yes I would, and God, did it feel incredible.

And then he just held me, and it was the most perfect thing in the world.

The End