Maybe the balm for her fiery blood was right in front of her. All she knew was she didn’t really want to talk. She wanted to be in his arms.

He read her mind again. Before she could make a move, she was pulled gently against that hard chest. Burying her face in his neck, she breathed in his clean scent. God, she loved the way he smelled. And the way his short hair felt under her stroking fingers, soft and pliant and damp from an obvious recent shower. She could get all the comfort she needed from his body alone. She wanted to take all she could get.

“Are you happy?” he asked, his voice rumbling in his chest beneath her ear. “Underneath all the uncertainty and the loss of control, are you in any way happy about this?”

“I am,” she whispered, letting her hands stroke down his back and pulling him closer. “I do want you to know that. When I saw that first positive test, I was so terrified, I just…panicked. And I don’t panic. But after it sank in for a while… I don’t know. I began to realize I don’t think I would change it. It’s something I thought I’d never have the chance for again. Now it’s happening.”

“I’m glad,” he said. “And I want you to know I’m sorry about asking you why you even bothered to tell me. Thank you for telling me. You didn’t have to. You could have gone back to Dallas, and I’d have been none the wiser. I know that.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too. We got pretty heated.” She felt a little ridiculous having this conversation crushed against him like this, but she could get used to having every conversation like this. He felt too good and smelled too good to let go, and he made her feel so warm and protected.

It was too premature for thoughts like that, she knew, but her heart and her hormones didn’t give a damn.

She loved the way his hands slid through her hair, the way he combed through it with his fingers as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of it. “Want this wrapped around me,” he murmured, tugging just enough so that her face tilted up to his. Her eyes closed and her breath caught, waiting for his kiss to sweep her away. “Guess we’re already in enough trouble, though, huh?”

Impatience tightened her muscles. “The damage is already done. I do hope you’re clean, though? Because obviously something got through and—”

“I’ll get myself tested for you, but no, there’s no reason whatsoever to think I wouldn’t be. I’m always safe.”

“Okay. Me too.” She shifted her weight to her toes, lifting her mouth to his and sliding her lips across his.

“Mmm. Thought tonight was for talking?”

“Didn’t we just have a breakthrough?”

He gave her bottom lip the tiniest, faintest lick with the tip of his tongue. “Did we?”

“Day by day, remember?”

“Oh yeah. But what about getting to know each other?”

“Isn’t this getting to know each other? Kiss me,” she whispered.

His lips curved, separated from hers by only a breath. “I already know how you kiss.”

Oh, she was going to kill him. After he kissed her, though. And f**ked her. She hadn’t really thought about it much before coming here, but yeah, she wasn’t leaving without an orgasm or three. The first-trimester horniness wasn’t a myth, at least not for her. Starving, nauseated, emotional, horny—she could check each off her list. She lifted her mouth to his ear to whisper into it, “There are some things you don’t know how I do.” And she drew his earlobe between her lips and sucked on it, giving it a nip with her teeth at the end.

“Jesus.” His hands clenched on her ass and ground her against his growing erection. “Gabby.”

“Please, Ian?” She slid one hand down his chest and rubbed him through his jeans. He groaned, leaning into her. “Let me suck it,” she whispered, giving the outside of his ear a lick. “Talk later. I promise.”

“You’re a f**kin’ siren, woman. I knew it from the second I saw you in the bar. I knew you’d lure me to my demise.”

“Your demise?” She chuckled. “Don’t think I’ve ever lured a man to his demise before. I’ve been lured to mine, though. More than once, it seems.” Letting her knees buckle—mainly because she didn’t want to talk about it anymore—she slid down the length of his body and went to work on his belt. His hands remained on the top of her head, stroking, still combing through her hair.

She released his c**k from his jeans, and her mouth watered. He was so gorgeous. Long and broad. Made for pleasure, with such a thick coronal ridge that her pu**y clenched in anticipation of the feel of it stroking through. Looking up at him through a few strands of hair that streaked her vision, she placed her tongue flat on the bottom of his head and licked over the tip, collecting the drop of precome and letting him watch her savor it.

His fingers clenched in her hair, and his other hand moved to the base of his shaft, holding it rigid for her. His eyes burned into her. He didn’t speak, but his breath became rapid.

She enclosed his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sucking it until he gasped and shuddered. “Fuck, f**k, f**k,” he chanted. He began to move, pushing his hips forward. She pulled back, releasing him when he sought more and then giving him long, wet strokes up his shaft until her cheek met his hand. Then she dipped under and gave his balls a lick, prompting him to release his c**k to give her better access.

And she reveled in it, exploring the spice of his scent and the texture of his skin. Warmth spread from her lower belly…where his tiny offspring lay nestled in her womb. God. At any other moment, she might’ve thought the idea would be a buzz kill, but no…it enflamed her. He was already inside her. They shared a connection some people who’d been together for years hadn’t achieved. It was a blessing.

His head rolled back on his shoulders. She pulled his jeans down his hips and dug her nails into the firm muscles of his ass.

“Gabriella,” he groaned, and her too-long name was another blessing when it came from his lips. “Yes.”

Once she’d dampened him to her satisfaction, she sucked him back into her mouth, shocking the breath from him as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. “God! Gonna make me shoot, baby.”

Oh no, he wasn’t. He had a long way to go yet. Letting go of his delectable ass, she drew her nails around to the front and scratched lightly down his thighs. They didn’t disappoint either—a pair of muscular thighs was one of her favorite places on the male body. A place to dig her fingers in.

He let her go while she did so, lacing his hands behind his head. She watched him as she drew back, unwilling to lose sight of him any longer than she had to. There was so much of him she wanted to feel and see all at once…ass and thighs, those hard abs, those pecs with their pierced ni**les. Gabby allowed her hands to roam as she swallowed his thick c**k down over and over, delighting in the way he filled her mouth to perfection, the way he held back and let her play as she wanted.

But damn, she wanted him. Her pu**y craved him in the same rhythm she sucked him. Slow. Deep, then shallow, back and forth. She wanted him to keep her guessing, wanted to give it all up to him.

Just not every aspect of her life.

“Fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice a sexy purr. She glanced up to see him looking down at her, watching her work him with her mouth. For all she knew, he might say that to all the girls. But she didn’t want to think so.