Big Man's Claim (Big Men Big Hearts 2)

“Does that feel better?” he asks.

“Yes, it feels incredible.”

“Roll onto your side, I'll do your back too.”

“Oh my God, I love you.” Turning over, he slides in behind me, working my shoulders and lower back. I close my eyes and moan because it feels so good.

“You're so beautiful, you know that?”

“Even though I'm as big as a cow?”

His hand smooths over my side, moving across my belly. “This is my baby in there, our baby. This belly on you is so damn sexy. I love the curves, I love seeing this bump, I love knowing that we created this little miracle.”

“Really?” I ask, my eyes tearing up.

I can't help it. I'm so emotional lately, my hormones are going nuts. I cry when I'm happy, I cry when I'm annoyed or angry or frustrated. I cry when I see commercials for diapers and the cute infants are snuggling with their mothers.

It's terrible. A beautiful sunrise draws tears, a loving look from Bran draws tears, I don't have any control over it.

Bran pushes up on his elbow, kissing away the tears. “I love you no matter how you look, Mel. One day we'll both be old and wrinkly. And even then, I'll still see you for how beautiful you are.”

“How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“If I remember right, I found you.” We both laugh out loud, then Bran's eyes pop open wide. “Oh, I wanted to ask you. Do you want to see something I'm working on?”

“Of course I do.”

“Wait right here.” He jumps up from the couch, darting to his workbench. Coming back, he's holding another small statue.

Instantly, I lose it again. This man never ceases to amaze me. Bran holds out the statue in his palm. “What do you think?”

It's almost an exact replica of the first one he made for me, only in this one, I'm pregnant. I'm standing on a leaf, holding my pregnant belly, wrapped in a rose petal.

“I love it.” The words come out broken and ragged between heavy tearful breaths of air. “It's beautiful.” A heavy kick from the baby causes me to groan uncomfortably. “Now if only she would actually come, then we could really all be together.”

Bran sets the statue down on the table and kneels next to the couch. Rubbing my stomach, he kisses me. “I think I know a way we can hurry it along.” He wags his brows, biting the very tip of his tongue and smiling.

Taking both my hands, he helps me off the couch, and pulls me up the stairs to our bedroom. I'm not sure if this trick of his will work or not, but I welcome the distraction.

At the top of the stairs, he spins around, pressing his lips against mine. His kiss is hungry and wild. Splitting my lips apart with his tongue, my head tilts slightly, giving him more room to kiss me deeper.

My body reacts easily. This man does things to me I can't even explain. One touch and I'm melting in his hands.

Bran's hand comes up and holds my neck, his thumb pressing against the underside of my chin. He moves his lips down my neck, his breath hot as he exhales between light kisses. My skin prickles with need instantly.

Grabbing the edge of my shirt, I rip it off. My breasts are swollen and full, spilling over the edge of my bra. Palming my breast, he keeps moving his mouth lower. Between my tits, over my ribs, around my stomach, until he disappears beneath the giant bump and I can't see him anymore.

Bran yanks my pants down. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I step out of my pants and kick them to the side. Blowing cool air against my pussy, he plucks my panties with his teeth and growls like a wolf.

I love that sound. It turns my insides to liquid fire and makes me weak in the knees. Moaning, I run my fingers through his hair, and pull at his roots. “Mm, Bran.”

Flicking my panties to the side, he runs his finger up my slit. I can hear him breathing heavy as his lips softly tease my entrance, so wet already. He's kissing me, gently licking the edges of my lips.

I can't take anymore. I need him.

Gripping his hair, I pull his head away. “Take me, Bran.”

Standing up, he moves behind me, and pushes my shoulders forward slowly. With open palms, I lean on the bed, spreading my legs wide. The sound of his zipper rings in my ears, making me excited.

He doesn't wait. He doesn't tease me anymore. He wants this just as badly as I do.

Slamming his length deep inside me, he grabs my hips and holds me steady. His shaft is like steel as it hits me so hard, my knees buckle. But he doesn't let me fall. Bran holds me up and fucks me until I'm screaming from the orgasm that crashes through my body.