Baby Steps (Yeah, Baby Book 2)(14)

“Your pregnancy means I don’t need to fight this thing between us anymore.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, considering we’d spent a grand total of five days together over the last six weeks and had slept together all but one of those days—today. Based on the fact that I was lying on his bed next to him in only his boxers, it was pretty safe to assume we were about to keep the streak alive. “I think your definition of fighting our chemistry and mine are very different. And I don’t understand why you’ve felt the need in the first place.”

His arms tightened around me. “The circumstances surrounding our first meeting were suspicious.”

“An artist meeting a gallery owner in their place of business is not suspicious.”

“It is if she looks like you and agrees to spend the weekend in a hotel with me without so much as a single word in protest.”

“You’re the one who suggested it,” I grumbled. “What did you want me to do? Say no?”

His eyes lit with humor. “I’m not sure it would have mattered if you’d said no. I would have just found a way to get you to say yes at some point.”

“So you don’t still think I tried to sleep my way into a show at your gallery?” I asked, placing a finger over his lips while I hurried to finish what I wanted to say. “A show I didn’t need any help in getting all by myself at another well-respected gallery, mind you. My art stands on its own, and even if it didn’t, I’m not about to prostitute myself to anyone for anything.”

He jolted, his eyes lighting with a possessive gleam, as though I’d just issued a challenge. “Damn straight you’re not. Nobody gets to touch you but me.”

“Am I to presume this means you won’t go around assuming I’m giving some poor, unsuspecting guy a blow job if I need to puke and his trash can is the conveniently nearby?”

He ducked his head and I swore I saw a sweep of red tinting his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Could you repeat that? I’m pretty sure I didn’t hear you right,” I teased.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated more firmly this time, his head jerking up so he stared directly into my eyes. “I should have let you explain before storming out of the hotel room six weeks ago, and I shouldn’t have accused you of what I did in the lawyer’s office.”

Holy heck, he’d apologized. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t jerk his chain a little more. “How do I know you don’t think I’m just a call-girl for your exclusive use?”

“Because the only payment you’ve taken is all the orgasms I’ve given you.” His hand drifted down to my belly. “And my baby.” Then he went about showing me exactly how he’d give me those orgasms, stripping my clothes from my body and taking the time to cup each of my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingertips. He trailed kisses down my chest until he reached my breasts. His tongue flicked against one of my nipples before he sucked it into his mouth. Releasing it with a loud pop, he switched his attention to the other side.

“Lucas,” I whimpered. My breasts had always been sensitive, but they were even more so now. I felt the pull of his mouth on my nipple all the way down in my pussy.

“What, sweetheart?” he purred.

“I need to come.”

“I’m going to make you come, Jade. Have patience and know I’ll get you there,” he promised before moving lower and nipping lightly at the skin on my belly. My hips jerked in response, my pussy bumped against his hard length. I felt the heat of his skin through the fabric of his boxers and moaned in need.

Lucas gripped my thighs, holding them open as he bent over my pussy. His breath was hot against my core, his tongue flicking against my clit and dipping lower to slide inside.

“Tastes so damn good,” he murmured against my damp flesh before he started to fuck me with his tongue. One of his hands slid up my thigh and across my belly, moving down again to play with my clit. After a few flicks of his finger, he pinched it and I went off like a rocket. I shuddered beneath him while he licked me through my orgasm.

“Holy crap,” I whispered when I managed to stop panting and was able to speak.

I watched, entranced by the sight of his muscles bunching when Lucas levered up to shove his boxers down. His cock sprang free, long and hard, before he settled himself between my legs.

“I need you, sweetheart, but I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”

I reached up to rest my palm on his cheek. “Take me however you want, Lucas. You’re not going to hurt the baby.”