him over right with her.
“I suppose some might think it’s crazy to get down out here when we have the house all to ourselves,” she said sleepily.
“Some don’t have gorgeous, sexy women who’ll take their panties off and give their men the night of their lives in a pickup just like they were teenagers again.”
She appeared to be in no hurry to leave so he held her there on his lap, her body against his, still inside as their heartbeats slowed to normal again.
“I love you, Nathan.”
He smiled against her hair. “I sure am glad.”
Chapter Four
Matt pulled into the garage and sighed happily when he turned the engine off. “Just me and you, Venus. Hear that utter quiet?”
He got out and she met him, taking his hand as they went into the house. “Note it. It’s such a rarity.”
He spun her into his embrace. Her hair spilled around in a shower of pale moonlight. Her skirt flared as well, giving him a great view of her legs and those sexy-as-sin high heels she had a penchant for.
“I noticed something tonight.”
She laughed, heading toward their bedroom, stepping around the toys, books and other flotsam that came with having kids.
“My new bra?” She said this as she tossed it to him, her blouse dangling from her free hand.
He caught up to her quickly, getting in close and taking a handful of those beautiful breasts. “Not until now. I tend to always be thinking about your breasts on some level. I did notice the way you jiggled when you danced tonight.”
He pinched her nipples and she squeaked her approval. He spun her and backed her up to their bed.
“I haven’t had you alone in this house in so long I don’t even know.” He bumped her back to the mattress, and she smiled up at him, topless and totally his.
“It’s probably a good thing since you knock me up every time we get alone.”
He laughed as he pulled his shirt and jeans off and managed to get totally naked before he leapt on her like the feast she was.
He moved closer and unzipped the side of her skirt, sliding it down and off. The panties were deep blue, and they were so pretty against her pale skin he nearly hated to take them off.
But he did, tossing them over his left shoulder.
“What I did notice, aside from that new shade of lipstick you have on—and that I do like very much.” He leaned down to kiss her quickly. “I noticed you didn’t have a beer. Not a margarita either. No. I noticed you were drinking ginger ale. You rarely drink ginger ale. In fact, there are only a few times you do.”Her smile grew as his heart pounded.
“I was going to tell you tomorrow. I didn’t even know myself until this afternoon. I had a doctor’s appointment two weeks ago. MaryAnn Twombly called me, she’s the nurse in my doctor’s office you see. You know her probably. She’s one of those cheerleadery types you used to think were so great.” She went about her story in the way she had, complete with little asides about everyone and everything. “So they ran a battery of tests on a sample I gave. I don’t even know why they made me pee in a cup. I hate that.”
He burst out laughing. “Sugar, is this your way of telling me you’re having a baby?”
She nipped his lip when he came in for a kiss, pulling him down to her. “Yes.”
“Hot damn, you’re making me a daddy again.” He kissed her once more, this time settling in for a long, slow smooch, her mouth open against his, the taste of her something he’d never tire of.
“You did have a little to do with it.”
“I did, more than a few times.”
She laughed and pulled him close before shoving him on his back and climbing atop his body.
All that pretty, moonlight-pale hair spilled around her bare shoulders, long enough to play peek-a-boo with her nipples.
“You’re not feeling sick anymore?” He slid his palms up her sides, over skin so soft and pliant, over a body he knew every inch of but never ceased to appeal to him.
“Same as with the other