Her lips part as if she’s about to say no, but then she hesitates. “I always thought I’d be a girl mom. I don’t know why, I just have the feeling.”
“But what if it’s a boy?”
“Then it is.”
“And we love them the same.”
“Exactly.”
The rest of the drive is quiet. We’re both lost in our thoughts. When I pull into the garage, she sighs softly.
“Think you could carry me inside?”
I turn off the ignition. “Is your ankle bothering you?”
“No, but I’m getting too tired to walk.”
Getting out, I walk around to her side and pull the door open. She’s already holding her arms out, waiting for me. I bend to scoop her in my arms, and she wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her effortlessly. Her body settles against mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Her perfume, the sweet floral scent with hints of vanilla, wraps around me. Her breath fans against my neck as I shut the door with my foot and start toward the elevator.
The shift between us is subtle at first. But the way her fingers trace over the back of my neck while neither of us says a damn word speaks for itself.
Reaching the loft, my heartbeat has picked up, but I keep my cool. I unlock the door, her still in my arms, and step inside. Locking the door behind us, I look at her.
And I don’t put her down right away.
I should. But I don’t.
She doesn’t tell me to let her down, either.
Instead, her eyes linger on my mouth, making my entire body heat up. She runs her fingers through my hair and unties my hairband. And that’s the last straw.
“Fuck it,” I whisper and bring my lips to hers.
The kiss starts slowly. Testing the waters. I press her against the wall, tightening my grip as her legs instinctively wrap around my body. A soft, breathy moan escapes her, and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
The kiss turns hungrier as I slide my hand up her back and the other against her thigh, keeping her up. She tilts her head, giving me more of her, and I take everything offered willingly. Her soft lips feel like a dream against mine.
I barely register moving, but we make it to the bedroom without breaking apart. Haisley tugs at my shirt, impatient, and I groan against her mouth as I lower her onto the bed.
Bracing myself above her, I press my hands into the mattress on either side of her head. Her hair fans out across my pillow, and she looks like she belongs in my bed. It hits me how badly I’ve wanted this since that night when we were strangers wrapped in each other.
She looks up at me, lips swollen, breathing unsteady. The same hunger sizzling inside me reflects in her eyes. My self-control is hanging by a thread at this point.
I dip my head, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw. Sliding my hand under the hem of her sweater, my fingertips tease along her waist as I take my time to admire the new curves that the pregnancy is creating. She arches into me, her body still fitting perfectly against mine, meant to be there.
Lifting the sweater, I expose her round breasts in a see-through red lacy bra. Her peaked nipples are begging for my attention, and I take one in my mouth through the fabric. Haisley whimpers as I keep sucking on it before moving to the other one.
I move lower, leaving featherlight kisses on the way. Unbuttoning her jeans, I pull them off her so she’s only wearing her bra and matching thong.
“Rasmus,” she murmurs, my name a soft plea on her lips. “Take me already.”
“But what if I enjoy playing with your body?”
A shiver runs through her as I skim my hands up her thighs, teasing the edges of her lacy underwear. She pushes up on her elbows, her light green eyes darkening with heat and impatience.
“Then you better start playing for real, getting the puck in the net,” she challenges with a wicked smile.
