It was his own fault for holding back so long. “Try it out and see?” she suggested weakly.
“Aww, you sound so sweet now,” he said. He slid back and forth through her folds again, that teasing, torturous movement. Gabby licked her lips and tried not to beg, since it was precisely what he wanted. Then she bit both lips between her teeth. Then she feared she might draw blood.
“Ian!” she burst out. “Fuck me now, or I swear to God I’ll get up, put my clothes on, go home and give my vibrator a workout.”
He shoved into her. She wanted to weep from relief but was so damn wet and ready, she suspected tears might dehydrate her. The stretch of him burned her deep, sizzling along nerve endings that sang with pure bliss. She saw it now. The fuss. The hair-mussing sex. The kind that left marks. The craving for it. She’d had it good before. Very good, she could admit. But she’d never had it like this.
He pounded into her, so thick, so hot. Sweat slicked his skin and she licked at the salt of it at the base of his neck. “Yes, baby, yes,” she crooned into his ear. For that moment, in the all-consuming pleasure of his body above hers, in hers, all her problems were forgotten. There was only this. Only him.
“Are you okay?” he asked around panted breaths.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, drawing the ‘s’ out when he swirled his h*ps and sent shivers of sweetness up her spine. It wasn’t a screaming orgasm that was about to take her under. It was one that would rob her of breath, voice, everything. She wanted it, she needed it. When he slowed his movements again just as her muscles were tightening in anticipation of the explosion, she whimpered.
“You still haven’t begged to my satisfaction,” he reminded her evilly.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He pulled out. Her wasted body nearly went limp without him inside. She felt as if she were made of hot liquid. It was no damn wonder he’d gotten her pregnant. Jesus, could anything stop him?
“Here, baby, get on top,” he said, sliding off her.
“I can’t.”
“You can. Come on. I feel like I’m crushing you.”
“But you’re not.” She so did not want to move. He’d been giving it to her just like she’d wanted. So began the male pregnancy paranoia? She hoped not. “Get back down here right now.”
Chuckling, he obeyed, surprising her. She wrapped him in her arms and welcomed him back into her body. His nose lingered inches from hers as he moved back and forth, his eyes gazing directly into hers. What was behind them? Maybe she’d find out tonight. She’d try, anyway. If she could stop enticing him to plunder her nether regions long enough.
Ian braced himself on his arms, and she couldn’t resist letting her hands run over the taut muscles of his biceps as he moved down to kiss her breast and gently suck her nipple. Little zings traveled from that precise point to between her legs and back again. Through with begging, she just wanted to lie here and let him love her. Because that was what it felt like now…making love. When he had to leave her again so he could move down and kiss her belly, it was okay this time. Some emotion she couldn’t possibly name engulfed her as he flattened his palm over her belly.
“Amazing,” was all he said, and she stroked his hair, imagining this scene four months from now. Six. Feeling kicks and wiggles and hiccups while he laid his head on her stomach. Would he still be around for that? Would she want him to be? Strange to share this intimacy with someone who was practically a stranger. She’d always imagined sharing it with a husband. With Mark.
But it wasn’t Mark who moved back up her body, kissing his way along until he reached her mouth. She met Ian’s tongue with hers. Met his body with hers, took him back inside. The flames that had abated somewhat roared back to searing life. With strong, steady thrusts, he took her to the edge and pitched her over at last.
The fall was long and intense, Gabby’s every sense focusing on him. The smooth hardness of him, the beauty of his expression collapsing in his own long-awaited cli**x, the rasp of his breath. That scent they created, the one that was uniquely them. Oh God. She fell and fell, and she landed hard…and she didn’t know where the hell she was anymore.
Chapter Twelve
She kept saying she needed to go home tonight, but Ian couldn’t seem to let her. Every time she tried to move from the bed with its tangled sheets, he grumbled and pulled her close again. She was so warm and smooth.
“I mean it, baby. I know I’m thirty-six freaking years old, but my family—”
“Ah-ha!” he exclaimed. “So it comes out.”
“Shit.” Gabby covered her face. “Okay. Fine. I’m eight damn years older than you.”
His nipped at her neck with his teeth. “You’re the most gorgeous, sexy, f**king amazing thirty-six-year-old woman I’ve ever met.”
“Hmm. I guess it wouldn’t do for you to never know the age of the mother of your child, huh?”
His hand crept down to her nak*d belly, and he stroked circles around her navel. “How’ve you been feeling? Besides beautifully horny?”
A chuckle met his words. “Beautifully horny, I like that. Well, let’s see. I’m starving but I don’t really want to eat, because I’m always a little sick to my stomach. I’m really sick in the mornings, but usually by noon it’s better. My boobs are killing me.” She sighed. “As soon as I get back to Dallas, I’m going to set up an appointment with my doctor there.”
He wanted to go with her to those appointments, but she’d be a good three hours away. Shit, this was gonna be miserable. “I’d like to go with you,” he said, cautiously putting it out there.
“Really? I’m sure we could work that out if you wanted,” she said lightly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“This is just me being curious. How is it a great guy like you hasn’t met someone yet? Why hasn’t anyone snatched you up?”
“I guess you’d have to ask all the silly little girls who passed me up,” he said with a laugh, tracing the soft line of her jaw with his fingertip.
“Have you ever been serious with anyone?”
“A couple of times. Did the cohabitation thing for a while with both. Didn’t work out.”
“Were you in love?”
“I don’t know if I’d go that far. I was content.”
She was silent for a while, and he couldn’t get a good read on her. “I don’t want to be that way,” she said at last. “I think about my ex now and, you know, I think that’s all I ever would’ve been with him. Why the hell couldn’t I see that? If I’d known then what I know now, I’d have backed out of my own wedding.”
“What is it exactly that you know now?”
She traced her fingers up his forearm, her touch feather-light. “I know what you feel like. I know how you make me feel. At the same time, though… Ian, I can’t put myself in a position to get hurt like that again. I mean, I lost everything. And it wasn’t even mine. I never saw it coming even though I should have. I’ve thought ever since then I shouldn’t seriously offer myself to someone until I’m on my feet permanently. That’s going to be a while. Even longer than I’d originally thought, now that I’m pregnant.”
“Sounds smart, Gabby. Sucks for me, of course. But good for you.” It hurt to say those words. But not as much as her words had hurt him. She’d pretty much shut the door on a relationship with him or anyone else. “Do you need any help? I’ll do anything I can for you when you move.”
“I’m pretty much only taking me and my clothes. Furniture and everything I’ll get up there. Besides, what would you tell Brian?”
He hadn’t the vaguest notion what he was going to tell Brian. For all he knew, he might have to go crawling back to Marco and Kara once his boss caught wind of this.
Sighing, he buried his face in her hair. The warm, silky strands made him think of the lyrics to “Sweet Child O’ Mine,” his favorite song. He’d never thought to find that place with anyone. Now that he’d found it…he couldn’t have it.
Kelsey answered Gabby’s call with a laughed “Hello,” obviously amused by something Evan or Alex had done before she picked up. Such a sickeningly happy little family. But that was okay, because she loved them intensely. After everything they’d been through with past relationships, no one deserved happiness more than Evan and Kelsey.
“I have something to tell you,” Gabby blurted.
“Okay,” her beloved sister-in-law said, cautiously drawing out the word.
“First, if you’re in the room with my brother, I need you to leave it. He can’t know about any of this yet.”
Kelsey caught on fast that something major was up. “Sure,” she said brightly. “Hey, Alex’s cartoons are blaring. Let me go upstairs.”
She waited while Kelsey put distance between herself and Evan, listening to the phone bump along until finally a door closed. “Okay. I’m alone,” Kelsey said at last. “What’s going on?”
“Now I need you to sit down. And do not shriek.”
“Gabby! You’re scaring me.”
Freaking hormones. Somehow, the concern in Kelsey’s voice made Gabby’s eyes well. She couldn’t wait any longer to prepare her for this confession. “I’m pregnant.”
Dead silence met the announcement. So dead that she thought for a moment the call had been dropped. She checked her phone’s display. Yep, still connected. “Hello? Are you breathing? Do I need to hang up and call Evan to run up and start CPR?”
“Gabby,” Kelsey breathed, her voice barely audible. “How are you pregnant?”
It was too good to pass up. “Well, see, the man inserts his erect penis into the woman’s vag**a, and—”
“I know how, you freaking idiot. I mean how, how did this… Oh my God! What man?”
“Shh! I haven’t told anyone but the man and you. I want to keep it that way for now, all right? I’m not ready for it to be out there. First I’m the dumped bride, and now I’m knocked up out of wedlock. I almost wish I could get out of here in a couple of weeks without anyone knowing.”
“You cannot do that. I’ll tell everyone before I let you do that.”
“You evil bitch.”
“Who is the father?”
“You wouldn’t know him.” Gabby pressed the heel of her free hand to her forehead. “Really. You wouldn’t.”
“Doesn’t matter. I want to know about him. You said he knows?”
“He knows. He’s, um…he’s one of Brian’s employees.”
“Gabby!”
“I know, okay?”
“Your mom told me you came home with a tattoo a while back.”
“I came home the next morning with way more than that, it seems.”
“So it was your artist? Does Brian not have…I don’t know, rules against that?”