She closed her eyes with a huff and let him draw her forward. Even before she opened her eyes, she could feel the sunlight on her face.
She smiled and lifted her face to the warmth.
“Damn, Violin Girl, you are the most beautiful woman on the fucking—I mean freaking—planet.”
“Until you meet your daughter.”
“You’ll always be my first.”
Her cheeks started to ache from smiling. “Can I open my eyes?”
“Just a second. Stay right there.”
She laced her fingers over the swell of her belly. It wasn’t uncomfortable yet, but she definitely found herself walking differently. It didn’t stop her husband from coming up behind her to say something sexy in her ear, so at least there was that.
The intensity of the sun seemed to double. She couldn’t stop herself from opening her eyes. “Oh, Simon.”
“I should know better than to tell you to wait.”
Her eyes fi
lled and a few tears spilled free. It had been difficult for her to be in any sort of darkness after her kidnapping. So much so that the blackout curtains that used to be a staple of their lives had been retired. But now, there were huge windows from floor to the curved ceiling. She didn’t know how Simon had managed it in a little over a week.
He’d put off their official move-in, citing dust and debris wasn’t good for the baby. But now she knew it was this. Sunlight filled every corner of the room.
He rushed forward. “Donovan’s got some hookup with a guy who specializes in security glass. You can see out, but from the outside, it looks like a mirror.”
She turned her attention away from the gorgeous view. “Really?”
He came around her. “So, we’re protected and you get all the sunshine you could ever want.” He laced his hands over her belly. “Both my girls are protected. And you never have to be in the dark again.”
She’d woken so many times gasping for air and needing the lights on since that night. One night had changed so much in their lives.
She leaned back against him and spread her fingers so they could lace them together. She brought them up for him to cup her breasts over her hands. “In the sunshine, Simon. I need you in the sunshine.”
“Anything you want.”
She stepped forward and his hands fell away, but she tangled their fingers, drawing him after her. Their bed was no longer on a raised dais, but the new bed was still the size of a small lake. She unhooked the little hidden button on her pregnancy pants. She’d given in and bought a few pairs when none of hers would stay hitched under her belly.
They floated down around her ankles. Simon let out a low groan. She might be pregnant, but it didn’t stop her from wearing lace. Maybe in another month or so she’d look for comfort over fashion, but today wasn’t that day.
She still loved making her husband crazy.
After all they’d been through, it was a miracle that lust burned so hot between them still. But today she wanted softness in the buttery late afternoon sunlight. She climbed on the bed and turned around once she got in the center. She tugged the oversized sweater over her head and sent it to the floor with her pants.
His silvery blue eyes heated as she cupped her breasts, then smoothed her hand over the slight swell of her belly to slip her fingers inside her panties. “Are you going to make me get off on my own, husband?”
He swallowed hard. “I wouldn’t mind the show.”
“You never do.” She tipped her head back and let her shoulders relax as she slowly rubbed her clit. She’d been warned by more than one of her friends that the second trimester was akin to being eternally horny.
She could definitely agree.
Convincing Simon she’d been more than ready to resume intimate relations after the kidnapping had been a trick. But once he’d been unleashed, he’d been as voracious as she was.
As if he couldn’t get close enough to her, even skin on skin wasn’t enough.
She let the sun warm her skin as she slowly found the rhythm she needed. The bed dipped slightly as Simon joined her and his fingers tangled with hers and filled her.