Marriage of Convenience (The Raven Brothers 1)

“To bed.”

I laughed even harder. “The doctor said we could have sex, not that we had to have sex.”

“We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want, but I do need to hold you and talk to my—our—child.”

Who knew he could be so sweet and sentimental? He lay me on the bed, pushing my dress up. I sat up and took it off until I only had on my panties.

He took his shirt off and lay next to me. First, he kissed me hard on the mouth, and then he ran his hand over my body, stopping over my belly. He leaned over my belly button.

“Hey, this is your dad.”

Golly. If I wasn’t already in love with him, I’d have fallen right then and there.

I ran my fingers through his hair. “Do you want a boy or girl?”

“I want healthy, although a girl would be nice.”

“Really?” I’d have thought someone like Chase would want a male heir.

“Boys are difficult. My mom would have attested to that. I mean, you’ve met my brothers.”

“They are difficult,” I agreed.

“Besides, it would shake things up to have a woman running Raven Industries. She’d be strong like you and tell Kade to go fuck himself.”

I lifted a brow.

He grinned. “Maybe not that. You get what I mean.”

I laughed again. “I do.”

He scooted up my body, pulling me to him, and kissing me. “Tell me to stop if you want me to.” He said as his hand slid down my back and over my butt. He squeezed it as he pulled me against his erection.

“I don’t want you to stop. But you do need to take your shorts off.”

“I didn’t get to taste every inch of you like I said I would on the plane,” he said.

“Thank goodness you get another chance.” I loved his mouth on me.

He flashed a sexy, wicked smile. “Thank goodness indeed.”

As promised, he kissed every inch of my body, starting from my temple working down over my jaw, my neck and to my breasts.

He moved lower, kissing my belly, laving my belly button with his tongue, and then continued his journey. His mouth kissed and suckled my skin down my legs to my ankles and back up again. He sucked the skin of my inner thigh, and then kissed my clit. He didn’t linger there, instead, moving up my body and positioning his dick at my entrance.

“Is it weird?” he whispered.

“What?”

“To do this with a baby up there?” he kissed my jaw.

“The doctor says it’s okay,” I said.

“But is it weird?” He lifted his head to look at me.

“Chances are the baby has been in there a long time and we’ve had sex.”

“You’re right. And so smart.” He thrust in, and I marveled at the feel of him filling me. “So fucking perfect,” he groaned. He took my hands, linking his fingers with mine and lifting them over my head.

His gray gaze, cloudy with desire, looked down on me. “You’re amazing, Sara. So sweet and generous. I don’t deserve you.”

I squeezed his hands. “Yes, you do.” I was the one that didn’t feel worthy of all this. As much as I wanted to enjoy and savor all this good fortune, I couldn’t help but feel like the shoe would drop and it would all be gone. I didn’t know what would ruin it, but there were several possibilities, from my professor to Glen. Even my parents could do something to mess this up for me. I worked to push all that away and focus on the here and now. My husband was touching me because he was happy that we made a baby.

“I promise to take care of you and the baby. Do you believe me?” he said, holding my gaze to his.

“Yes.”

He smiled sweetly. “Good.” Then he kissed me and started to move in and out in slow, deliberate strokes. He often talked about wanting to go slower when he had sex with me, and this time he succeeded, building the heat by degrees until I was floating on air and teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Come for me baby.” He thrust in, ground his hips against me and sent me soaring through the clouds.

He groaned. “Sara.” He let himself go, and I felt like he was really mine for the first time.

27

Chase

I was on a fucking high. When my father announced that me and my brothers wouldn’t get anything until we started a family, the last thing I wanted was a wife or a baby. Right now, they were all I wanted. The last few days of our trip, all I could do was spoil and coddle Sara. At first, she accepted my hovering, I’m sure to placate me, but by the end, she’d put her foot down.

“I have two legs and can walk, Chase. And two arms to get my own things.”