“I mean everything I say to you.”
I lean in until our lips meet. She sighs against my mouth, and her hand moves to my shoulder.
When I pull back, she’s smiling. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk.” She grabs a blanket from the back of the chair. “You can read to me when we find a comfortable spot.”
The path behind the lake house winds through a stand of pines before opening onto a small wooden dock. It’s private and completely hidden from the house. The water is still, reflecting the last of the daylight.
“This is beautiful,” she says.
“It’s the reason I bought this place.”
I spread the blanket at the end of the dock and help Jasmine lower herself down. We settle in together with Jasmine tucked against my side. I pull up the book on my phone.
We’re on chapter five now, and Detective Connor Black is closing in on the killer. I read for about an hour, but somewhere around chapter fourteen, I notice Jasmine staring at the lake.
I stop reading. “Hey. Where’d you go?”
“Sorry.” She shifts against me. “I was thinking about names.”
“Let me hear them.”
“I don’t have any yet. But I was thinking about it. That feels like progress.”
“It is.”
The sun has dropped below the trees now, leaving the sky streaked with orange and pink. She’s so close I can see the individual lashes framing her eyes.
I kiss her, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. She moans against my lips and it sends heat straight through my dick.
My mouth moves to her jaw, her neck and the spot below her ear. She tilts her head back, giving me access, and I take it. I trail my lips down her throat, feeling her pulse flutter under my lips.
Her hands tug at my shirt. I pull it over my head and toss it aside. Then I ease her t-shirt over her head.
She’s not wearing a bra. The pregnancy has changed her body, making her fuller and rounder. She’s amazing.
I lower my mouth to her breast. She inhales sharply when my lips close around her nipple. I’m gentle, mindful of how sensitive she’s become. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I trace circles with my tongue.
“Antonio.”
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She’s trembling now, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
I kiss my way back up to her mouth. She meets me halfway, her kiss urgent and searching. Her good hand roams my chest, my shoulders, my back.
“Make love to me,” she says. “Please.”
I kiss her again, then stand, lifting her into my arms. She makes a small sound of surprise.
“Where are we going?”
“Back to the house.” I gather the blanket with one hand, keeping her secure against my chest. “I’m not making love to you for the first time since Vegas on a dock.”
Jasmine
Antonio carries me downthe hallway, his arms steady beneath my thighs and back. I trace the lines of his shoulders, enjoying the warmth of his skin under my palms.
I’m already aching for him, my body humming from everything that happened on the dock. His shirt is gone. Mine is gone. I’m in nothing but my shorts.
He pushes open his bedroom door with his foot and stops. Every muscle in his body turns to stone.
