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Men. We hadn’t even hit teenage years yet, and he was proclaiming himself the expert.
At night, he would lay his head over my stomach and talk to the baby, even though I told him the baby wouldn’t be able to hear our voices until the halfway point. He didn’t care though.
I didn’t mind either. The only downside was that watching him do that made me want to strip his ass naked and have my way with him. Not that either of us minded that either.
Ian’s hand coasted up my rib cage, his thumb gently running along the bottom curve of my breast, and I smacked his hand away when the delivery driver got out and gave me a friendly wave when he saw me through the window.
“Stop that,” I hissed.
His lips never stopped brushing along the back of my neck and the line of my throat. “Do you really want me to?”
My hesitation was telling, and he chuckled against my skin. “He can’t even see me back here. And you know what it does to me to see you in a dress like this.”
“I do,” I muttered. “The last time I wore it, you almost wrecked it by tearing it off me. I married a caveman.”
He growled. “It has a bow tying it on the side. You look like a present I’m supposed to unwrap.”
I tilted my head, watching the big box get deposited on the front porch, then turned smoothly in Ian’s arms, twining my arms around his neck and sighing happily when he slanted his mouth over mine, his tongue slipping and sliding over my own while his hands roamed over my backside.
Pulling away with a sigh, I stole one more kiss. “You can unwrap me later when we get back home.”
“I hate big parties,” he said against my lips. “Maybe Sage is feeling sick, and she needs one of us to stay home with her.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I am not lying to your family because you don’t feel like peopling, husband.”
“Fine.” He cradled my jaw, thumb brushing the edge of my lips and his eyes locked on my mouth. “But when we get home, wife, you leave the dress and the heels on, until I get to be the one to take them off you.”
“Deal,” I murmured.
I was just about to kiss him again, because I always wanted to kiss him, when Sage came tromping down the stairs. “You better not be making out again,” she called, eyes covered with one hand.
I laughed. “Not at the moment.”
Ian slid an arm around my back, anchoring me to his side. “You look beautiful, Sage. I like the dress.”
Her cheeks flushed pink. “Thanks. Mom is making me wear it.”
“Mom is not making you wear it,” I said patiently. “Mom was with you when you picked it out, so try peddling that story somewhere else, kiddo.”
She tugged at the hem, and I walked toward her as she fiddled with the cap sleeves. I coasted a hand over her hair. “You do look beautiful. So grown up.”
I sniffled, and the two of them traded a look.
“Here we go again,” Sage whispered.
Ian hooked an arm over her shoulders. “Don’t worry, I have tissues in my pocket.”
“Are you going to cry like this the entire time you’re pregnant?” Sage asked, eyes wary.
“No.” I swiped at a tear on my cheek.
Ian let out a low chuckle, then opened the front door. “Want me to bring this box in?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
Sage smacked my hand away when I tried to tuck her hair behind her ears, and I rolled my eyes.
“Good Lord,” he grunted. “What’s in this?”
