He tugged her head back by the roots of her hair and it was finally just what she needed. The scream echoed off the walls and matched Simon’s guttural groan as he came inside her.
She collapsed against him, her body shuddering, her teeth chattering.
“Jesus fuck,” he panted against her neck. “I’m not sure I can feel my dick.”
“Oh, God, did I break it?” She laughed and looped her arms around his shoulders at his horrified face. “I’m sure I didn’t.” When his gorgeous blue eyes widened, she broke off. “I didn’t, right?”
He pushed his sweaty hair off his forehead, his eyes dancing. “No. Almost, but no.”
She tugged a hank of hair at the nape of his neck. “Not funny.”
“Little funny.” He locked his arms around her waist and lifted them both, then rolled to his feet.
“Oh my, I’m—” Startled, she grabbed for his shoulders. “Whoa.”
“If you say too heavy, I’ll have to send you to your room so I can thrash you again.”
It had been instinctive to say it. She’d been better about her weight issues, but being pregnant was bringing a few up all over again. “We don’t have time for another thrashing. We barely had time for that thrashing.”
“You wouldn’t be complaining, would you?” He shifted his hold so he was gripping her ass.
She linked her hands behind his neck. “No. I never complain about that.” When he swung them around and headed through the door to the hallway that led to their room, she got a little thrill. Being nearly as tall as her husband made this a
bit more of a feat than he was owning up to. “Apparently, you’ve been upping your workouts.”
“Working out isn’t quite as bad when I’m not sweating vodka from my pores. That, and I have to be in fighting shape to chase a little one around.”
“Yeah?” Her heart turned over in her chest. “Are you really happy?”
He hiked her up higher, until there was no room between them. He kissed her—hard. “Again, stop asking me dumb questions. Of course I am.”
“We didn’t exactly plan for this. Neither one of us ever really wanted them.”
He lowered her to her feet just outside their bathroom. “I didn’t know I could be this happy.” He cupped around her little bump. “You and the lemon drop? It doesn’t get any better than this. For real, okay? And no, we didn’t plan for it, but maybe someone decided we needed it.”
She swallowed down a lump. Fate hadn’t been all that kind to either of them until Oblivion. Finding him, allowing him into her life, had been the best thing she’d ever done.
She cupped his face and rose onto her toes to kiss him lightly. “I love you.”
His gaze went soft and his arms curled around her. “I love you too, Violin Girl.” Then he stepped back and slapped her on the ass. “Now get in the shower. I don’t think our doctor would be too happy with your current status.”
She laughed and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Sex hair—check. Sex eyes—check. That definitely wasn’t going to do. “What did you do to me, Kagan?”
He came up behind her in the mirror, his arms wrapped around her middle. “Mussed you up. My favorite pastime.” Then he lifted her shirt and tugged down her leggings enough to see the slight curve she was sporting. Being almost four months along for someone like Jazz would be way more noticeable. Her? Being tall had its advantages. He traced his fingertips lightly over her skin. “I never thought I’d have a real family. I mean, I have you, and that’s all I’ve ever needed, but this?” He spanned his fingers over her barely there belly. “Fucking incredible.”
She sniffed. “Don’t get me going, Kagan.”
He pressed a kiss to her neck and cleared his throat. His eyes were suspiciously red when he pulled away from her. “I’ll let you get ready. I want to wear you on my skin a little longer.”
She twisted her fingers with his before he could escape and hauled him back to her. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, Simon Kagan.”
He pressed his forehead to hers and laughed a little. “Only because you’ll be there to clean up after both me and this kid when we do everything wrong.” Another hard kiss to her mouth and he was gone.
She brushed out her hair quickly and pinned it up. Being part of a band meant showering quickly. Useful training for motherhood, she’d bet.
Ten minutes later, she was dressed in black leggings, a soft shirt, and a lightweight sweater. Good old layers trick to the rescue again. She didn’t bother with much makeup, just a little mascara and lipstick so she didn’t look colorless.
By the time she made it to the living room, Simon was pacing. He was scrolling through his phone again, flipping his keys around his fingers as his jaw worked.