His phone buzzed along her belly. She lifted an eyebrow. “Extra drill in your pocket?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “It does curve to the left a bit, but not that much.” He smoothed his hand down her side to her hip and drew her leg up and around his waist.
When it buzzed again, she laughed. “Do you need to get that?”
“What? No. Ignore it.” He lowered his mouth to hers.
“We have to leave soon.”
“We’ve got time,” he murmured against her lips.
“But there’s paperwork. It’s our first…”
God, why was he so good at that?
She fell into the kiss. There was a reason she’d gotten knocked up. Her husband was very good at the whole distraction and seduction thing. Enough that his little soldiers had somehow bypassed her birth control that had worked for years before him.
She sank her fingers into his hair. It was getting super long again.
It was wrong how much she enjoyed his long hair. She understood he was getting older and liked the whole fashionista side he’d cultivated over the last few years, but she had to admit, she’d missed all that inky hair. Getting him a little rumpled was her favorite thing these days.
Mostly because she felt nothing but rumpled. Having a husband who was so damn perfect was hard to deal with. Especially when she’d officially had to stow her corset away on the last night of their European tour.
Between her out-of-control boobs and losing her one amazing asset—her narrow waist to combat her curvy hips—she wasn’t going to be able to hide the pregnancy much longer. Luckily, she wore layers most of the time and could still get away with a bit of creative camouflage.
At least her mother’s endless lessons on ways to appear slimmer were good for something.
He dragged his lips over her neck. “Violin Girl?”
“Hmm.”
“Whatcha thinking about?”
“Huh?”
“I lost you.” He dragged his mouth over the mound of her breasts that couldn’t be contained by the scooped neck of her top. He gently cradled his cock between her legs and widened her knees so he could prop himself up enough to be able to use his hands to cup her breasts. “God, these are glorious.”
She rolled her eyes. “They’re getting huge.”
He dragged down the scoop of her shirt and groaned. “You’re going to need new bras soon.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Not an insult, babe.” He flipped the cup down to get to her nipple and sucked on it hard.
She arched off the floor. “Christ!”
“And so damn sensitive. I bet I could make you come just from sucking on these.” He grinned up at her as he took one nipple then moved to free the other. “Besides, I like when your attention is on me.”
“Isn’t it always?”
“You were drifting.” He dragged the side of his thumb across the tight tip.
She hissed out a breath and rolled her hips to get a little more friction. It honestly didn’t take much these days. She was almost always ready to either nap or fuck his brains out. There wasn’t much in between. “When have you known me not to be too much in my head?”
He ground his shaft along her cleft. She was only wearing a pair of yoga pants, so there was essentially tissue paper between them. “Well, you were the one who came in and started harassing me.”