Love You, Baby (Must Love Diamonds 3)

“You tortured my dreams for two months, you know that?”

“Dreams or fantasies?”

“Both.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you weren’t the only one affected that night.”

He braced his free hand on the wall next to her head and crowded her against the wall, her softness cushioning his hardness. “And still, you turned me down every time I asked you out after I found out the truth.”

She shrugged, her face tilted up to his. “I thought you were that guy.”

“And you had to think of Ian,” he said wit

h full understanding.

“Yes. And look, the one time I think only of myself, I end up pregnant.”

He brushed his thumb against her neck, then leaned in to press his lips to the same spot. Geezus. Her skin was so damn soft, and that seductive vanilla scent that had teased him off and on all night filled his senses. “I’m not complaining.”

She tilted her head, giving him better access to the line of her throat. “Neither am I anymore.”

“Good. Because I think you deserve to think of only yourself for the remainder of your birthday.”

“Only myself?” She sucked in a breath when he nipped her earlobe. “Because I had planned to do some apologizing.”

“Well, maybe not only yourself then.”

Her husky laugh made his body throb in response, and he murmured, “How long before Ian’s out?”

“He’s zonked already.”

“Are we doing this then?” Please, God, let us be doing this.

“If you can be quiet.”

He drew back, eyebrows arched high. “Seriously? I need to be quiet?”

She laughed, and then giggled when he dipped down and swept her up into his arms. The happy sound reached in and grabbed hold of his heart.

“You aren’t going to be able to do this in a couple of months,” she warned.

“We’ll just see about that.”

He strode to her bedroom, paused only long enough to gently close the door instead of kick it shut all macho like, then carried her to the bed. She scooted backward, and he stalked her on his hands and knees as far as the headboard. Then he dipped down and captured her mouth with his. He licked the seam of her lips and dove in the moment she opened to him.

Mae went to work unbuttoning his shirt, and he moved to lay beside her so he could slide the zipper of her dress down the length of her spine. She shivered when he trailed his fingers against her skin along the way.

He pulled one side off her shoulder and followed the decent of the material with his mouth. “So…there’s something I wanted to run by you.”

Her fingers fumbled to undo the button on his jeans, then his zipper. “Depends on how kinky it is.”

“It’s not—wait, so it can be somewhat kinky?”

“No.”

“Then you should’ve said nothing kinky.”

“That’s what I meant.”