He groaned, pulled out, thrust back. And then his brain exploded and there was only the molten pleasure of satisfying the demanding woman in his arms. He felt like a god when Sarah screamed and clamped down tight on his cock as her body spasmed in orgasm, her throat arched and her breasts pressed up hard against him as her nails dug into his biceps through his shirt.
AFTERWARD, FLOPPING OVER ONTO HIS BACK so he wouldn’t crush her, he threw out an arm across her. Taking the invitation, she snuggled her head on his shoulder.
“Why are you still dressed?” She began to unbutton his shirt.
Wrecked, he lay there and let her. “Are you going to have this much energy the entire pregnancy?” he asked when he could finally speak. By which time Sarah had successfully unbuttoned his shirt and was stroking his chest while dropping kisses wherever she could reach.
A wicked smile from the hellaciously sexy vixen in bed with him. “Can’t keep up?”
“I’ll make the effort.” He ran his hand up the slope of her back… and Sarah’s face changed without warning.
Jumping out of bed, she ran to the attached bathroom.
Abe heard her retching, got by her side ASAP. He hated watching her suffer, but there was literally nothing he could do but keep her hair off her face and hold her when it was over.
CHAPTER 34
THE NEXT FOUR WEEKS WERE HELL FOR SARAH. She spent most of them throwing up her guts. There were a few more instances of scalding arousal that Abe turned into bone-shattering pleasure, but mostly she felt miserable.
Only two things made it bearable: Dr. Snyder’s assurance that the peanut was fine… and Abe.
A small, wary part of her half expected him to give up as the morning sickness continued without pause, but he stuck. He got her food when she needed it, held her though she looked like death warmed over, touched her with tenderness and love, was there no matter what. She was his number one priority.
Even Lola was moved to grudgingly admit that maybe Abe was different this time around.
One week, two, three, and Abe stayed. Not only that, he never made her feel anything but wanted and loved. Even after she woke him up six nights in a row by racing out of bed. He was always there. Until Sarah no longer expected him not to be. Until she relied on him to cuddle her after and make her feel better.
It wasn’t until the end of week four that her body decided it had made her miserable enough. She woke up feeling fresh and happy and starving and snuggly warm. Abe was like a furnace—Sarah had used to sleep under a comforter. With him spooning her as he usually did in bed, she didn’t even really need a sheet.
Stretching out against him, she gently stroked her bump. It was a far more defined curve than she could’ve imagined a month earlier, as if the baby had decided to change position and plonk down in front of her belly.
Hang on, Peanut, she said silently. Just a few more months.
A bigger hand joined hers, Abe’s breath warm on the back of her neck as he said, “Baby, we’re still in bed.” It was a drowsy rumble.
She smiled, that smile cutting deep into her cheeks. “We are.”
“It’s light out. I don’t remember waking up in between.”
“You didn’t.” Laughing, she turned to face him. “I didn’t throw up once, and I feel so good. Let’s go eat.”
“We’ve been here before,” he said darkly.
“This is different.” She pressed her lips to his. “I’m starving. I want pancakes with syrup and berries and all that good stuff. I know a place.”
Abe cuddled her close. “Gimme one more minute.”
She kissed his chest, waited. “Okay, minute’s over. Wake up.”
He called her a torturer but rose, stumbled into the shower after she’d already jumped in and out. He did dress quickly afterward though, and they were ready to go fifteen minutes after waking up.
She’d worn loose clothing to hide the bump, but the one good thing about morning sickness was that she and Abe had gone out so little over the past month that the media had lost interest and wandered off to juicier pastures. As a result, the drive to the breakfast place went by with absolutely no paparazzi intrusion. Once there, Abe let her order for them both. She made sure to add bacon and eggs and toast to his order of pancakes, then after a thought, asked for fruit salad as well.
Abe was a big guy and he burned energy. Especially given how much he exercised—with her so sick over the past weeks, he’d stopped going to the gym. Instead, he’d taken to working out in her backyard so he’d be close if she needed him—and wow, he was incredible to watch when he got all hot and sweaty.
Fox, Noah, and David had come over to hang and work out with him, but though every member of the band made nice eye candy that she was perfectly happy to admire, Abe was the only one whose body made her mouth water.