Secretly Hers (Sterling Canyon)(75)
He stepped in between her legs and tugged her against his body. “Me too.”
“I’m serious!” But she kissed him.
“Me too.” He cupped the back of her head and sucked her lower lip into his mouth.
“Feed me first.” She let out a happy sigh and hopped off the table. “I just realized, now I have a legitimate excuse to eat for two.”
Trip smacked her curvy behind on their way out the door. “Eat whatever you want, ’cause you’ll be getting plenty of exercise tonight.”
Chapter Fifteen
Kelsey tossed her keys on the end table when they entered her home. Before she could remove her jacket, Trip came up behind her and looped his arms around her stomach. A perfect ending to an amazing afternoon.
Two days ago, she’d feared a Texas-size tantrum in response to her news. Nothing had shocked her more than Trip’s willingness to not only embrace the baby but also her. Now she prayed he wasn’t hiding doubts or regrets.
“We’ve had dinner,” he murmured in her ear. “Time for dessert.”
“You have a one-track mind.” Not that she minded the direction of his thoughts. She’d been distracted by the same thing ever since they’d left the doctor’s office.
“Come on, princess.” He spun her around, removed her jacket, and flung it on a nearby chair before tugging her close. His sexy voice coaxed, “Admit that you’ve missed me.”
“My God, if we have a son, I hope he’s more humble than you,” she teased, slapping his shoulder.
“If we have a son?” He smirked, as if the idea of a baby girl were pure whimsy.
“Trip, not even the almighty you can decide the baby’s gender.”
“Au contraire. The father totally controls it based on whether his X or Y chromosome gets there first.” He nodded in that smug way that still managed to be cute. “I’ve done my research.”
“But you can’t control which sperm swims faster.”
He released her for a second and swept his hand from his head down the length of his torso. “Do I look or act like a guy with any X chromosomes in his body?” He shook his head, grinning, then grabbed her into his arms again. “Trust me, this baby is a boy.”
He was so ridiculously sure of himself, and not even the least bit embarrassed by his caveman attitude, she could do nothing but laugh.
His green eyes twinkled, and the little dimple in his chin deepened, when he smiled in response to her laughter. Then, quick as a brisk wind, he turned serious. He lifted her chin and looked in her eyes. “But if, by some miracle, it is a girl, I hope she’s exactly like you.”
Just like that, her knees weakened and her heart swelled. She threaded her hands through his hair and kissed him with her entire soul. Everything she’d wanted for so long lay at the tips of her fingers, and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t dig in and hold on.
Within two seconds, he’d lifted her into his arms and begun to walk to her bedroom. Cowboy tried to follow them, but Trip nudged the door closed with his knee before the kitten could slip inside. He then set Kelsey on her feet, near the bed, facing away from him. After brushing her hair to the side, he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders as he slowly unzipped her dress.
She loved the sound of his breath growing heavy, the little hum in the back of his throat, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her butt.
Her silky dress slid down her body and puddled around her ankles, but before she could step out of it, he ran his hands down her arms to her hips. His hot mouth latched on to the base of her neck as he caressed her abdomen before reaching for her breast.
He sank his other hand inside the elastic of her lace panties to where she was already wet and ready for him.
“Oh.” She reached up behind herself in search of his silky hair while he continued his tender ministrations. “Wait. You’re still dressed.”
She felt him smile against her neck. He held his hands above his head, silently instructing her to undress him at her leisure.
At her leisure, indeed. She savored the chance to admire all six feet three inches of his rock-solid frame.
As she began to remove his pullover, she reveled in every flinch of muscle under her fingertips, every sharp inhale as she feathered kisses over his chest, the tension in his abdomen as she dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants.
He sprang out of his boxers, so she removed them and took him into her mouth. His head fell back with a groan and his hands immediately threaded in her hair. “Sweet Jesus, princess.”