Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
So, it was unsettling to find myself paralyzed by a single thought. What if Hazel wouldn’t love me if I didn’t come with this life? If it was just me and my overbearing, jealous, possessive ways.
Chapter 2
Jamison
When we arrived home, I hung up our coats in the front hall closet while Hazel headed for the kitchen. I followed her through the arched doorway on my right and caught up to her just as she was standing on her tip-toes to reach the second shelf of one of the cabinets.
I walked up behind her and grasped her waist, lifting her off her feet and setting her on the counter. Then I easily plucked up the mug she’d been attempting to retrieve. In silence, I went about the task of making her some herbal tea. When it was finished, I filled her cup and waited for her to take a sip and hum in approval.
Son of a bitch. It was the same sound she made when her lips were wrapped around my dick. “Hold that carefully, peaches,” I instructed before lifting her into my arms like a bride and carrying her up the first flight of stairs to our master suite.
I sat Hazel on the bed and took a step back, trying to calm the fuck down. I watched her as she sipped her tea and peeked up at me through her lashes with a slightly coy smile. It was appealing as fuck and made staying in control a mighty feat.
Ever since we confirmed that she was three months pregnant, I’d been extremely careful with her when we had sex. I missed fucking her, but making love with Hazel was also an out of this world experience. So, I focused on being gentle and loving.
Clenching my fists, I forced myself to turn away and take off my tux, then hang it in the closet; letting her have time to finish her tea and for me to get on steady ground.
“Jamie?”
“Yeah, peaches?” I popped my head out of the closet door to glance over at her. I suddenly felt like a fucking cartoon. My eyes bugged out, the dark green probably molten black from the lust coursing through me. My jaw dropped with my tongue lolling limply to the side, most likely dripping with drool. And my heart was pounding so loudly, I wondered if it was visibly banging out of my chest like a Bugs Bunny character.
Hazel had stripped out of her gown and was standing beside the bed in lingerie I hadn’t known was hidden beneath it. Thank fuck, or I’d have killed every man who dared to look at her. Strike that, we never would have left the fucking bedroom.
She’d let her coppery hair fall in waves down her back, framing her gorgeous face. Her lush body was accentuated by the peach, lace teddy that barely contained her pregnancy swollen tits, caressed her slightly rounded tummy, and molded to the sweet curve of her hips as they flared. Garters and stockings made her legs look impossibly long for someone so petite, and she was still wearing the high, glittery-gold heels that had matched her dress.
Her eyes heated at my reaction, then they dropped to the substantial tent in my boxer briefs and a smug smile graced her pink lips. I swallowed hard and tried to stuff my tongue back in my suddenly dry mouth.
“Fuck me…” I croaked in audible thought.
“That’s the plan, sexy,” Hazel purred as she sauntered toward me.
When she stopped right in front of me, my hands darted out of their own volition and gripped her thickening waist. I lifted her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. What did I do to deserve you?” Hazel’s cheeks dusted with pink even as she beamed at me with pleasure. “You’re my whole world, peaches. If anything ever happened to you, I’d be lost. I wouldn’t survive.”
She nodded and put one tiny hand on my cheek. “I know.”
“It’s why I do the things I do. To protect you.” I placed my hand on her stomach. “There is nothing more precious to me than you and our baby.” Again, she nodded, then brushed a sweet kiss against my lips.
I carried her as I padded across the plush carpet and set her on the bed. She reached for me, but I deftly caught her wrists and set them on either side of her head. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Her green eyes burned with desire as she countered, “That sounds perfect to me. It isn’t fair that I’m the one who gets to let loose while you have to hold back all the time. I want to drive you crazy sometimes, too.”
It sounded fucking fantastic to me, as well. Keeping a tight rein on my rampaging libido wasn’t easy. I’d love to sink my fat cock into her tight pussy and hammer away until neither of us could see straight, but I wasn’t going to do anything to put her and our baby at risk. Their health and wellbeing took precedent over my raging desires—no matter how hard it was to hold myself back. The only thing that made it easier was knowing that I could still give her plenty of orgasms without having to worry about hurting her. Watching her as she flew apart and having her sweet taste fill my mouth had quickly become my favorite pastime.