He kissed me like I might pull away at any moment, like I was a flight risk and it was his sole job to keep me grounded by kissing me senseless. It worked. I scrabbled toward him on the bed, and his arms wrapped around my back, pulling my front against his and kissing me.
He pushed me backward, then lowered me to my mountains of pillows as he kneeled over me. Last time I made out with him I didn’t have a big pregnant belly between us, but he didn’t seem to mind, touching me all over, pressing his tongue into my mouth and groaning when I did likewise.
“Should we come up with rules?” I asked, breathless as he lowered his head to lick the side of my neck. “We should probably have rules.”
“What kind of rules? A little late to not get pregnant.”
“Maybe not rules as much as expectations?” I moaned when he reached under my shirt and pinched my nipple. Pregnancy had made them way too sensitive. “You know, so neither of us get the wrong idea.”
Barry seemed distracted by getting his mouth on my boobs immediately. I understood; they’d grown like two sizes in the last months, they were epic. He pulled my shirt up over my bare breast and took a nipple into his mouth. I tugged his hair, but he only groaned.
It felt insane. Like I could’ve come maybe from justthatwhen my vibrator was barely cutting it. I made an embarrassingly loud noise at the feel of his mouth on one tender bud and his fingers on the other.
“What’s the wrong idea, Hannah?” he prompted, mouth full. I blinked, trying to focus.
“This—ah—if we do this, it has to be casual. This doesn’t mean anything.”
Barry paused and met my gaze, his all hot and hooded.
“I mean it,” I said. “Just sex. Nothing romantic.”
Barry squinted, his mouth dropping my boob with a wet pop before putting his hands on either side of my hips, crowding me.
“No hooking up with anyone else,” he said without preamble.
“Hm?”
“My rule. If you want to have sex with someone else, you can’t also be having sex with me.”
“And you?”
“What about me?” Barry’s eyes skipped down to my lips, which still tingled from the ferocity of his kiss.
“You won’t have sex with anyone else either? Even on your road trips?”
Barry tipped his head back and laughed, a breathy sound.
I thumped his shoulder. “You said the guys are always hooking up on the road. There are people in every city who I’m sure would be thrilled to spend a night withtheBarry Wright.”
Barry’s eyes lit with mischief. “Sweetheart, don’t talk about me like that. It’s not good for my ego.”
He dropped his mouth back to mine, but I pulled back to maintain a few inches between us. No conversations were going to happen if he kept kissing me like that.
“Focus, Barry.”
“No. So long as you let me, I will not have sex with anyone but you. Not here, not on the road, not if I get propositioned a hundred times.”
“I won’t either,” I squeaked. Damn, just how often was he getting propositioned? I didn’t feel like I was as likely to find even one person I knew who wanted to have sex with me, almost seven months pregnant or not, let alone a hundred. “But after the baby comes, we have to stop.”
“You’ll have just had a baby. So, yeah, we’re not having sex then.”
“No, I mean even after I’m healed. After the baby is born we stop.”
Barry pressed his lips tightly together and didn’t agree. I raised my eyebrows and a moment later he sighed.
“Barry.”
“You said we shouldn’t try anything romantic before the baby comes. Fine. You didn’t say anything aboutafter. There’s a whole lot ofafterahead of us.”
